  The air is shot with spangling drops, But heedless of the rain The sun laughs, through a silver veil, Upon the golden grain. And lightly arching up the east In faintly penciled lines, That throb and flush to tinted bars, A double rainbow shines. It seems to touch the fragrant earth, Till, tangled in the breeze, It winds a film of irised light About the distant trees. In frothy clusters down the road The blooming elders lean, With dripping buds that shine like pearls Within a sea of green. And heaped around them, pink as shells, The roses are in flower, While earth and sky are freshly keyed To sweetness by the shower.
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