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_THE SUMMER SHOWER_ The air is shot with spangling drops, But heedless of the rain The sun laughs, through a silver veil, Upon the golden grain. ORG BY CARROLL THE AIR IS SHOT WITH SPANGLING DROPS BUT HEEDLESS OF THE RAIN THE SUN LAUGHS THROUGH A SILVER VEIL UPON THE GOLDEN GRAIN
e, A little thistle-bird, still gay In April’s yellow plumage, clings With airy grace, and slowly swings, And lifts his wings In dainty, drowsy flutterings; They flicker like bright flakes of gold, And fan his body, small and slim, While lovingly the winds enfold And summer’s heart broods over him. The sky is softer than the blue Of cornflower buds beneath the dew; And down below Upon the marshy meadow swales The bindweed weaves its rosy veils Where thick the blowing rushes grow Among the tasseled reeds and rue; And up between the mossy rails It lightly climbs, and clambers through The growing corn, and barley, too, And winds the fallow weeds and trails Along the creek where cowslips grew. O lavish stems, that fondly fling Close clasp about the earth, and cling In wreaths of fragrant flowering, Ev’n as ye do To that dear soil wherefrom ye spring, So does my love cleave thereunto! And so my full heart-blossoms bind The bright midsummer fields, and find Sweet fellowships with everything!  THE SUMMER SHOWER BY EVELEEN STEYNE READ FOR LIVERCH DOT
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