Explore "The Sun and a Birch Tree" by Elizabeth Madox Roberts on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
As I came home through Howard's lane, / The trees were bending down with rain.
A still mist went across their tops, / And my coat was powdered gray with drops.
Then I looked in the woods to see / The limbs of the white birch tree.
It made a bright spot in the air, / And I thought the sun was shining there.