The Oriole sings in the greening grove
As if he were half-way waiting,
The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green,
Timid, and hesitating.
The rain comes down in a torrent sweep
And the nights smell warm and pinety,
The garden thrives, but the tender shoots
Are yellow-green and tiny.
Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill,
Streams laugh that erst were quiet,
The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue
And the woods run mad with riot.
Summer In The South
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Poem topics: rain, sky, sun, tender, blue, smell, garden, laugh, warm, yellow, quiet, green, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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