Classic Poem

Silent fell the rain
To the earthly ground;
Then arose a sound
To complain:
Why am I cast down
From the cloud so sweet,
Trampled by the feet
Of the clown?
Why was I drawn through
All the Rainbow bright,
Who her smile did light
Me to woo?
Then my tremblings ceased;
To the smile I bowed,
And the weeping cloud
Me released:—
Then the cruel smile
Flashed like agony,
And I fall and die
Through a wile.