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The Collected Poems of Arthur Upson (1909)
The Collected Poems of Arthur Upson - 1909 Author:Arthur Upson Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: PRAISE OF RAIN I Love the rainy day, the quiet room, The books, the pictures and the glowing fire; I love the nursing of a dear desire And all the fanc... more »ies weaving in the gloom. I love the daylong woodland wind anear Down sodden slopes and dripping avenues; For, come the twilight, he hath tuned the flues Into sweet panpipes, wonderful to hear. I love the friend that reads to me again Old stories 'mid the soothing monotone Of singing flame and eave-caught sprites that moan And murmur through the lisping of the rain. And each pale joy the dreary day unnests Is driven within the compass of this hall Where, fearing still the Autumn's hunting-call, They hide themselves within our warming breasts. Ere evening lamp is brought and while along The firelit floor dance faeries of the grate, There comes a museful interpause: I wait And tap the pane and hum a twilight song: The day is dying, The rain is kind, Leaves are flying Before the wind. Drops are blotted Upon the pane, Red leaves have spotted The swimming lane. The rain is gentle; It brings to me A transcendental Ecstasy. When it is hushing I hear the wind: This storm a-rushing Is kind, is kind. It is kind to the reader; It brings to him The sough i' the cedar, The creak o' the limb, The pool-caught splatter Of storm-pluckt cones, The wind's wet patter On pavement stones That rise in the darking Chill of night To meet him harking In warmth and light. And in it there lingers, Above, below, Touch of rain fingers In tremolo. These days are after Old ways of years — Within is laughter, Without are tears; Within is greeting, Without, the rain — And hearts are beating Both sides the pane. Now dim are tracing Of twig a...« less