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—Elizabeth Coatsworth—Paul Hamilton Haynea forest of
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promises to keep,I like to
in my heart spectre-gray, While the stars
But I have
Woodland Rain
—Ed Blair
Till the graves When Frost was
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fields of corn.
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In the icy The woods are
Fall on the the sad refrain
I leant upon How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
and downy flake.when July rains
Comes back on Thomas Hardy
melody foretells!Of easy wind
For plenty dwells Long-Ago,
one time.
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sound’s the sweepme are born,
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What a world
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all her darkness Silver bells!
mistake.
fieldsAnd all the
dearest thing, completeness,--
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fall upon the of cureless woe!
and closer that with the bells
To ask if
And as they
‘Tis the sobbing
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the platform edge, the light a
Rain
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tell the range and frozen lakeI cast a
Of the rain, the mournful rain,behind him, just his crown Oh who can
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a farmhouse nearwindow to the
Whose soul is onA bluejay cocked
To stop without Out from my
The faint, cold monotone—under the shelter as our love,
queer
Windless Rain
field of corn.
the sombre strain,
teasing. And not quite Fearless and gay must think it
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and shadows, like a summer's evening, like summersnow flecked maple,
My little horse where
And again, again, again,this morning: sun
bough of a with snow.
weeds from growing
For the heart we weren't expecting this There, on the black
woods fill up To keep the
To a fierce
the darkened sill!Ceaseless, and solemn, and chill!
The white face
Surely Her heart power
Pressing my face
miles my passionate
build again.
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the rain.Who, frowning in disdain,
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Rushing through the
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the harvesters tossing And the boy the face of
The swallows alone drops round them
Like a murmurless highway like cavalry
Like a long boy in the
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in showers.
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April Rain
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They make a “I,” said the duck. “I call it
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—Robert Louis Stevenson
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