Singing in the Rain
Where the elm-tree branches
By the rain are stirr'd,
Careless of the shower
Swings a little bird:
Clouds may frown and darken,
Drops may fall in vain,
Little heeds the warbler
Singing in the rain.
Dimmer fall the shadows,
Mistier grows the air,
Still the black clouds gather,
Dark'ning here and there.
