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AN ODE TO THE RAIN.
Composed before day-light, on the morning appointed for the departure of a
very worthy, but not very pleasant Visitor; whom it was feared the rain
might detain.
very worthy, but not very pleasant Visitor; whom it was feared the rain
might detain.
I.
Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain,
I have not once open'd the lids of my eyes,
But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies.
Rain! that I lie listening to,
You're but a doleful sound at best:
I owe you little thanks, 'tis true,
For breaking thus my needful rest!
Yet if, as soon as it is light,
O Rain! you will but take your flight,
I'll neither rail, nor malice keep,
Tho' sick and sore for want of sleep:
But only now, for this one day,
Do go, dear Rain! do go away!
