A drop fell on the apple tree, Another on the roof ; A half a dozen kissed the eaves, And made the gables laugh. A few went out to help the brook, That went to help the sea. Myself conjectured, Were they pearls, What necklaces could be ! The dust replaced in hoisted roads, The birds jocoser sung ; The sunshine threw his hat away, The orchards spangles hung. The breezes brought dejected lutes, And bathed them in the glee ; The East put out a single flag, And signed the fête away.
