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Rain

I

 
Ah! when it rains all day
And the sky is a mist
That creeps by chillily
Where sun once kissed,
Like death pale shroud,
My soul cries out aloud
In hopeless misery.
 

II

 
I cannot read nor write
A line for gloom,
My life lags, drenched of light
To cheer its tomb ;
Chill and wet,
Comfortless I fret
In hopeless night!
 

III

 
And naught to hear but rain
Battering the ground!
O numbing pain!
O maddening sound!
Drowned in sky
Trees drip, drip, and sigh
And drip, drip again.
Altre opere di Roderick Watson Kerr...



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