Classic Poem

" Dropping down with the west wind;
Clattering, setting all the trees chattering;
Sliding swift to the tips of the leaves;
Peering about with bright, round eyes;
Hiding in cracks o' the ground;
Pattering all the dry stones over,
With a sound — who grieves? There
Caught, do you see, by her long dripping hair,
In the tenderest branches of the trees;
Wet, all wet, from her feet to her knees;
Soaked to the arch of her head;
Tangled and tost in the arms that caught her;
Shattered with rain laughter!
Peep under the leaf-cover;
Swoop through, O west wind,
Sweep in asunder —
Upon a day, Fay Emerald. "
Song of the rain.