There Is A Solemn Wind To-night

Katherine Mansfield

There is a solemn wind to-night
     That sings of solemn rain;
The trees that have been quiet so long
     Flutter and start again.

The slender trees, the heavy trees,
     The fruit trees laden and proud,
Lift up their branches to the wind
     That cries to them so loud.

The little bushes and the plants
     Bow to the solemn sound,
And every tiniest blade of grass
     Shakes on the quiet ground.

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