Who loves the sun and stars shall love the rain;
Who walks the mountain with the golden cloud
Shall cringe not at the mountain thunder, loud
Beyond the lightning and the hurricane.
Who swims the blue cove shall abide the main
When black with storms, still buoyant and uncowed;
Who feels earth's light about him as a shroud,
Shall feel earth's vast, earth's elemental rain.

O love you not the forest, bird, and flower,
And shadowy shapes of sunlight down the glen,
And moonbeams scattered in the midnight wood?
O wait! O listen! Earth's revolving hour
Brings you anon the forest rain again
And dusk and music of her ancient mood!