Whether of joy, or peace, or dreaminess.
And when I hear the rain soft, softly beat,
Singing with low, sweet voice, and musical,
I think of all the tears that ever fell
In perfect happiness, or deep distress,
And so it brings a pang, half sad, half sweet,
Into my heart.
Then, when the sparkling rill
Dances between the sunny banks, and sings
For very joy, all dimpling with delight,