THE cloud looked in at the window, <br />And said to the day, 'Be dark!' <br />And the roguish rain tapped hard on the pane, <br />To stifle the song of the lark. <br />The wind sprang up in the tree tops <br />And shrieked with a voice of death, <br />But the rough-voiced breeze, that shook the trees, <br />Was touched with a violet's breath.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/changing-time-4/
