Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 84 4 Easy The valley's full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning, The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning. The mist is hanging like a pall From many granite ledges, And many a little waterfall Starts o'er the valley's edges. The sky is of a leaden grey, Save where the north is surly, The driven daylight speeds away, And night comes o'er us early. But, love, the rain will pass full soon, Far sooner than my sorrow, And in a golden afternoon The sun may set to-morrow. End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
The valley's full of misty cloud, Its tinted beauty drowning, The Eucalypti roar aloud, The mountain fronts are frowning.
The mist is hanging like a pall From many granite ledges, And many a little waterfall Starts o'er the valley's edges.
The sky is of a leaden grey, Save where the north is surly, The driven daylight speeds away, And night comes o'er us early.
But, love, the rain will pass full soon, Far sooner than my sorrow, And in a golden afternoon The sun may set to-morrow.
