There is a Solemn Wind To-Night

There is a solemn wind to-night

    That sings of solemn rain;

The trees that have been quiet so long

    Flutter and start again.

The slender trees, the heavy trees,

    The fruit trees laden and proud,

Lift up their branches to the wind

    That cries to them so loud.

The little bushes and the plants

    Bow to the solemn sound,

And every tiniest blade of grass

    Shakes on the quiet ground.