XI
Summer Shower
A drop fell on the apple tree,Another on the roof;A half a dozen kissed the eaves,And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,That went to help the sea.Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roads,The birds jocoser sung;The sunshine threw his hat away,The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected lutes,And bathed them in the glee;The East put out a single flag,And signed the fete away.