As from the distant skies, to sight unknown,
Descends through heat of day the cooling shower,
Giving refreshment to the grass and flower,
That seem in summer's drought awearied grown:
The gentle rain from out of heaven blown,
Of Love's invisible and tender power,
In heated error's inharmonious hour,
Doth soothe the troubled thought till fear hath flown.
And, wakening from its dream, the morning light
Hath chased the dismal darkness round about:
'Twas but a fleeting phantom of the night,
For Love's sweet freshness is within, without—
Eternal springtime in each heart blooms bright,
And leaves no taint of weariness or doubt.
