 | Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) |  |
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SINGING IN THE RAIN.
Where the elm-tree branches by the rain are stirred,
Careless of the shower, swings a little bird:
Clouds may frown and darken, drops may fall in vain;—
Little heeds the warbler singing in the rain!
Careless of the shower, swings a little bird:
Clouds may frown and darken, drops may fall in vain;—
Little heeds the warbler singing in the rain!
Silence soft, unbroken, reigneth everywhere,—
Save the rain's low heart-throbs pulsing on the air,—
Save the song, which, pausing, wins no answering strain;—
Little cares the robin singing in the rain!
Save the rain's low heart-throbs pulsing on the air,—
Save the song, which, pausing, wins no answering strain;—
Little cares the robin singing in the rain!
Not yet are the orchards rich with rosy snow,
Nor with dandelions are the fields aglow;
Yet almost my fancy in his song's sweet flow
Hears the June leaves whisper, and the roses blow!
Nor with dandelions are the fields aglow;
Yet almost my fancy in his song's sweet flow
Hears the June leaves whisper, and the roses blow!
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Dimmer fall the shadows, mistier grows the air,—
Still the thick clouds gather, darkening here and there.
From their heavy fringes pour the drops amain;
Still the bird is swinging, singing in the rain.
Still the thick clouds gather, darkening here and there.
From their heavy fringes pour the drops amain;
Still the bird is swinging, singing in the rain.
O thou hopeful singer, whom my faith perceives
To a dove transfigured bringing olive-leaves,—
Olive-leaves of promise, types of joy to be;—
How, in doubt and trial, learns my heart of thee!
To a dove transfigured bringing olive-leaves,—
Olive-leaves of promise, types of joy to be;—
How, in doubt and trial, learns my heart of thee!
Cheerful summer prophet! listening to thy song,
How my fainting spirit groweth glad and strong.
Let the black clouds gather, let the sunshine wane,
If I may but join thee singing in the rain!
How my fainting spirit groweth glad and strong.
Let the black clouds gather, let the sunshine wane,
If I may but join thee singing in the rain!
| Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) | |