Sunday Poem

Rain, Rain! By Zoë Akins

RAIN, rain,—fall, fall,
In a heavy screen—
That my lover be not seen!

Wind, wind,—blow, blow,
Till the leaves are stirred—
That my lover be not heard!

Storm, storm,—rage, rage,
Like a war around—
That my lover be not found!

… Lark, lark,—hush … hush …
Softer music make—
That my lover may not wake….

Bartleby

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