The cloud looked in at the window,
  And said to the day, "Be dark!"
And the roguish rain tapped hard on the pane,
  To stifle the song of the lark.

The wind sprang up in the tree tops
  And shrieked with a voice of death,
But the rough-voiced breeze, that shook the trees,
  Was touched with a violet's breath.

This work was published before January 1, 1925, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.