THE wind is rustling in the lane," said Sybil; "Fairies whispering," said Jane; "The leaves are sighing overhead;" "Songs of dying birds," Jane said. "The vines are dripping with the rain," said Sybil; "Diamond necklaces," said Jane; "The toadstools perk their ugly heads;" "Cricket umbrellas," Jane said. "The water beats against the pane," said Sybil; "Clouds are beating drums," said Jane; "Let's go ask for sugar-bread;" "Let's do," Jane said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CALLING DREAMS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LETHE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DISMAL MOMENT PASSING by CLARENCE MAJOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELEGY: THE LITTLE GHOST WHO DIED FOR LOVE; FOR ALLANAH HARPER by EDITH SITWELL |