Summer Rain

by John Vance Cheney

John Vance Cheney

Drops of summer rain

Tapping at the pane,

Welcome, little hearts of air,

Beating, beating, beating there.

Haply I know why

Raindrops quit the sky:

Every lily, every rose

Well that gentle knocking knows.

Rose and lily-cup

Fill it, fill it up;

Only lovers from the sky

On the breasts of blossoms lie.





Last updated January 14, 2019