Every tinkle on the shingles
Has an echo in the heart
And a thousand dream fancies
Into busy being start,
And a thousand recollections
Weave their air threads into woof.
i) Why does the poet?s heart echo?
ii) What do the old memories do?
iii) What do the rain drops stir in the poet?
iv) Whose looks does the poet-think of on hearing the rain drops?