The children playing in the misty rain

Bellow and shriek, converse, break off, and run

Away to find another place for fun;

The worried walnut tree is left alone.

And so am I. Silence and work again

Take up the doleful morning. Now the sun

Seems gone forever; now the poem begun

So lightly hesitates at the unknown.

How can I think of them without a smile,

Since where they are their happiness goes too?

The children play among them; even I

Have felt the comfort they insist on while

The fine-spun rain is falling. In the new

Moments of the day our angel stands close by.