When the rain falls, here where the riverlet’s arms stretch smooth And the ferns weave bright overlays of silver, I stand still and listen to the whispers of the stream, Syncopated by the dance of the wooded shade.
- Robert Duncan
When the rain falls, here where the riverlet’s arms stretch smooth And the ferns weave bright overlays of silver, I stand still and listen to the whispers of the stream, Syncopated by the dance of the wooded shade.