The Valley's full of misty cloud, <br />Its tinted beauty drowning, <br />The Eucalypti roar aloud, <br />The mountain fronts are frowning. <br />The mist is hanging like a pall <br />From many granite ledges, <br />And many a little waterfall <br />Starts o’er the valley’s edges. <br /> <br />The sky is of a leaden grey, <br />Save where the north is surly, <br />The driven daylight speeds away, <br />And night comes o’er us early. <br /> <br />But, love, the rain will pass full soon, <br />Far sooner than my sorrow, <br />And in a golden afternoon <br />The sun may set to-morrow.<br /><br />Henry Lawson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rain-in-the-mountains/
