'O HEART, my heart!' she said, and heard <br />His mate the blackbird calling, <br />While through the sheen of the garden green <br />May rain was softly falling,-- <br />Aye softly, softly falling. <br /> <br />The buttercups across the field <br />Made sunshine rifts of splendor: <br />The round snow-bud of the thorn in the wood <br />Peeped through its leefage tender, <br />As the rain came softly falling. <br /> <br />'O heart, my heart!' she said and smiled, <br />'There's not a tree of the valley, <br />Or a leaf I wis which the rain's soft kiss <br />Freshens in yonder alley, <br />Where the drops keep ever falling,-- <br /> <br />'There's not a foolish flower i' the grass, <br />Or bird through the woodland calling, <br />So glad again of the coming of rain <br />As I of these tears now falling,-- <br />These happy tears down falling.'<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-silly-song/
