The circling swallows twittered all the morn;
At noon the bluebirds called amid the corn;
At dusk the frogs with pipings filled the plain;
At night the bats, in flying, spoke of rain.
The sun went down behind a misty veil
While red-faced rose the moon; the stars were pale;
And now a sweep of shadow rides the grain
And earth is pierced with arrow-flights of rain.
