'O HEART, my heart!' she said, and heard br His mate the blackbird calling, br While through the sheen of the garden green br May rain was softly falling,-- br Aye softly, softly falling. br br The buttercups across the field br Made sunshine rifts of splendor: br The round snow-bud of the thorn in the wood br Peeped through its leefage tender, br As the rain came softly falling. br br 'O heart, my heart!' she said and smiled, br 'There's not a tree of the valley, br Or a leaf I wis which the rain's soft kiss br Freshens in yonder alley, br Where the drops keep ever falling,-- br br 'There's not a foolish flower i' the grass, br Or bird through the woodland calling, br So glad again of the coming of rain br As I of these tears now falling,-- br These happy tears down falling.