The Shower
By John B. Tabb
Against the royal Blue,
A Mist rebellious flew—
A night-born, wind-uplifted shade
That for an angry moment stayed,
Then wept itself away.
The Earth with moistened eyes
Beholds the sunlit skies
Again: but never to forget
The Cloud whose life-drops mingle yet
With her maternal clay.
Copyright © by the author.
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