Wednesday, April 29, 2015


"The Clouds consign their treasures to the fields; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow In large effusion, o'er the freshen'd world."   ~James Thomson

"It is not raining to me, It's raining daffodils; In every dimpled drop I see Wild flowers on distant hills."          ~ Robert Loveman

"I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, 
From the seas and the streams; 
I bear light shade for the leaves when laid 
In their noonday dreams. 
From my wings are shaken the dews that waken 
The sweet buds every one, 
When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, 
As she dances about the sun. 
I wield the flail of the lashing hail, 
And whiten the green plains under, 
And then again I dissolve it in rain, 
And laugh as I pass in thunder." 

~Percy Bysshe Shelley 

"She waits for me, my lady Earth, 
Smiles and waits and sighs; 
I'll say her nay, and hide away, 
Then take her by surprise." 

~Mary Mapes Dodge

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