Oh! Rain Lift Me — Give Me Wings

And the day breaks the cotton wings of the Clouds,

And the sunlight triumphs upon darkness proud,

And the feet whisper to a wet swollen fresh ground,

And I device dry ways to sit on the bathed mound,

And I laugh, and chat, and remain through the day

As the silver sheet of shimmering petals fall this may

What freshness! What brightness!

What feeling — of excitement!

Lay in store among the dark alley,

Floating above; Me and Sally.

How clear is this sight serene!

Where oft did magic lay unseen.

For we found it a little too late,

Upon a stuffed mound,

Beside Sally's grave.

From above another tear falls and dies

Here with me—in memory—Sally cries