The air is shot with spangling drops,
But heedless of the rain
The sun laughs, through a silver veil,
Upon the golden grain.
And lightly arching up the east
In faintly penciled lines,
That throb and flush to tinted bars,
A double rainbow shines.
It seems to touch the fragrant earth,
Till, tangled in the breeze,
It winds a film of irised light
About the distant trees.
In frothy clusters down the road
The blooming elders lean,
With dripping buds that shine like pearls
Within a sea of green.
And heaped around them, pink as shells,
The roses are in flower,
While earth and sky are freshly keyed
To sweetness by the shower.