  SULLENLY fell the rain while under the oak we stood; It hissed in the leaves above us, and big drops plashed to the ground, And a horror of darkness fell over river and field and wood, Where the trees were huddling together like children scared by a sound. Then suddenly rang a note from a wildbird out of the trees In quick response to a sunbeam, and lo, o’erhead it was fair, And sweet was the smell of the meadow, and pleasant the hum of the bees, As we look’d in each other’s eyes—and the raindrops shone in your hair. |
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