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.