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-2/
