Dreamily over the roofs <br /> The cold spring rain is falling; <br />Out in the lonely tree <br /> A bird is calling, calling. <br /> <br />Slowly over the earth <br /> The wings of night are falling; <br />My heart like the bird in the tree <br /> Is calling, calling, calling.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/twilight/
