Foliage: Various Poems

HEIGH HO, THE RAIN

     The Lark that in heaven dim
       Can match a rainy hour
       With his own music's shower,
     Can make me sing like him—
       Heigh ho! The rain!

     Sing—when a Nightingale
       Pours forth her own sweet soul
       To hear dread thunder roll
     Into a tearful tale—
       Heigh ho! The rain!

     Sing—when a Sparrow's seen
       Trying to lie at rest
       By pressing his warm breast

       Heigh ho! The rain!