Explore "Woodland Rain" by Bliss Carman on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Shining, shining children / Of the summer rain, / Racing down the valley, / Sweeping o'er the plain!
Rushing through the forest, / Pelting on the leaves, / Drenching down the meadow / With its standing sheaves;
Robed in royal silver, / Girt with jewels gay, / With a gust of gladness / You pass upon your way.
Fresh, ah, fresh behind you, / Sunlit and impearled, / As it was in Eden, / Lies the lovely world!