The Vagrant of Time

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

WHEN THE CLOUD COMES DOWN THE MOUNTAIN


 

WHEN the cloud comes down the mountain,
    And the rain is loud on the leaves,
And the slim flies gather for shelter
    Under my cabin eaves,—

Then my heart goes out to earth,

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    With the swollen brook runs free,
Drinks life with the drenched brown roots,
    And climbs with the sap in the tree.