CAR-WINDOW
By Max Eastman
A light is laughing thro’ the scattered rain,
A color quickens in the meadow;
Drops are still, upon the window-pane —
They cast a silver shadow.
By Max Eastman
A light is laughing thro’ the scattered rain,
A color quickens in the meadow;
Drops are still, upon the window-pane —
They cast a silver shadow.