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THE WELCOME RAIN.
The beating rain
I will with hateful eyes behold again
No more, if it my Love restrain.
I will with hateful eyes behold again
No more, if it my Love restrain.
In haste she goes;
But rains incessant fall, and like a rose
My heart invigorate and fresher grows.
But rains incessant fall, and like a rose
My heart invigorate and fresher grows.
Now must she stay,
Since heaven itself gives reasons for delay;
The long black road and canopy of gray.
Since heaven itself gives reasons for delay;
The long black road and canopy of gray.
She loves me so,
It would be misery for her to go
Uncomforted by me, I dare to know.
It would be misery for her to go
Uncomforted by me, I dare to know.
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With mournful eyes
She anxiously regards the sullen skies,
And for the dread of going, not of staying, sighs.
She anxiously regards the sullen skies,
And for the dread of going, not of staying, sighs.
Whene'er she sees
The beating drops, they are the swarming bees
That fetch us honey; so her heart decrees.
The beating drops, they are the swarming bees
That fetch us honey; so her heart decrees.
When I beheld
At dawn the driving clouds, my bosom swelled
With bitter thoughts and inwardly rebelled.
At dawn the driving clouds, my bosom swelled
With bitter thoughts and inwardly rebelled.
For then I thought
That I a hateful patience should be taught,
And she would sit expectant and unsought;
That I a hateful patience should be taught,
And she would sit expectant and unsought;
But now I know,
How over sodden graves meek blossoms blow,
Luxuriant the more for what's below.
How over sodden graves meek blossoms blow,
Luxuriant the more for what's below.
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Henceforth, no rain
To bear, will I ungratefully complain,
If it this once my Love, my Life, detain.
To bear, will I ungratefully complain,
If it this once my Love, my Life, detain.
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