Crow — Warnings
No, it won’t rain to-morrow! well, what if the crows
From that withered old cornfield fly,
A-cawing for rain—let them caw, if they like,
With all of that blue in the sky!
Caw away, you old birds, in your rusty black cloaks!
I know that you’re not speaking true!
There are not enough clouds in the world, in a night
To cover up all of that blue!