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.