But when, anon, her girlish passions rise,

She marshalls them across the sunny skies

To flood the earth, then stops ere half begun.

Her elder brother is of different mien,

The clouds he governs are of different mould;

When the earth pants for moisture he is seen

To spread his clouds across the filmy blue.

When his rain falls, it steady is and true;

Persistent, gentle, ceaseless, yet not cold.

From the grey bowl with which he caps the earth,