Raindrops
All the ground is chill and damp,
The pines entwined with morning mist.
Last night the stormclouds left their stamp,
These raindrops which the dust has missed;
And I, the chill and damp of morning mist.
Each needle of the mighty pines
Is tipped with wondrous light;
Pretty rows of lines and lines
Of sparkly prisms beaming bright-
Lines and lines of wondrous light.
Every moment, few by few,
These raindrops tumble thro' the air,
Thro' the mist, to meet the dew,
Making leaves so pretty, resting there:
Few by few, so pretty resting there.
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