April Airs: A Book of New England Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

WOODLAND RAIN


 

SHINING, shining children
Of the summer rain,
Racing down the valley,
Sweeping o’er the plain!

Rushing through the forest,

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Pelting on the leaves,
Drenching down the meadow
With its standing sheaves;

Robed in royal silver,
Girt with jewels gay,

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With a gust of gladness
You pass upon your way.

Fresh, ah, fresh behind you,
Sunlit and impearled,
As it was in Eden,

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Lies the lovely world!