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The Tears Of Heaven

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Heaven weeps above the earth all night till morn,
In darkness weeps, as all ashamed to weep,
Because the earth hath made her state forlorn
With selfwrought evils of unnumbered years,
And doth the fruit of her dishonour reap.
And all the day heaven gathers back her tears
Into her own blue eyes so clear and deep,
And showering down the glory of lightsome day,
Smiles on the earth’s worn brow to win her if she may.

 

– Alfred Lord Tennyson

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A Thunderstorm In Town

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She wore a ‘terra-cotta’ dress,
And we stayed, because of the pelting storm,
Within the hansom’s dry recess,
Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.

Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain,
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew up, and out she sprang to her door:
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted a minute more.

 

– Thomas Hardy

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During Wind And Rain

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They sing their dearest songs–
He, she, all of them–yea,
Treble and tenor and bass.
And one to play;
With the candles mooning each face….
Ah, no; the years O!
How the sick leaves reel down in throngs!

They clear the creeping moss–
Elders and juniors–aye,
Making the pathways neat
And the garden gay;
And they build a shady seat….
Ah, no; the years, the years;
See, the white storm-birds wing across!

They are blithely breakfasting all–
Men and maidens–yea,
Under the summer tree,
With a glimpse of the bay,
While pet fowl come to the knee….
Ah, no; the years O!
And the rotten rose is ripped from the wall.

They change to a high new house,
He, she, all of them–aye,
Clocks and carpets and chairs
On the lawn all day,
And brightest things that are theirs….
Ah, no; the years, the years;
Down their carved names the raindrop plows.

 

– Thomas Hardy

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Rain Has Fallen All The Day

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Rain has fallen all the day.
O come among the laden trees:
The leaves lie thick upon the way
Of memories.

Staying a little by the way
Of memories shall we depart.
Come, my beloved, where I may
Speak to your heart.

 

– James Joyce

 

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Summer Rain

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Your arms are conforting, loving
Like sinking into a warm water bed
You dance like a pine tree moving
Your feet are as sturdy as lead

I love to feel your strong body tense
Driving the four wheeler top speed
As we fly through the bushes dense
And try not to swallow grass seeds

 

– Guppie Stokes

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Summer Rain

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Like a summer rain she fell
That hot September hour
And caught unawares he was drenched,
He lost all power
Of thinking clearly, went giddy,
Shook –
Shaking within him the citadel of equanimity
To a rubble.

‘I would go
Through a hundred times as strong rain,
A thousand times such trouble
(She was uncommon) ,
If over the ruins of my equanimity
She will build a new strength
Of love, or she is no woman! ‘

 

– Tan Pratonix

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Summer Rain Summer

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I am a comer new comer
You tell me tale summer.
Oh summer you tell me
Cheer in mind you see.

Although it is our season
Rainy time within reason
Region is wet in hope less
You have come to us bless.

Little drops here fall of rain,
Still you wash out our pain.
Veil you cover in the warm,
Rainy summer humours form.

Waves come more on sea,
We bow down before knee.
Plays drum tall a drummer
You tell me tale summer.

I am a comer new comer
You tell me tale summer.

 

– Kumarmani Mahakul

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