A Night-Rain in Summer
Open the window, and let the airFreshly blow upon face and hair,And fill the room, as it fills the night,With the breath of the rain's sweet might.Hark! the burthen, swift and prone!And how the odorous limes are blown!Stormy Love's abroad, and keepsHopeful coil for gentle sleeps.
Not a blink shall burn to-nightIn my chamber, of sordid light;Nought will I have, not a window-pane,'Twixt me and the air and the great good rain,Which ever shall sing me sharp lullabies;And God's own darkness shall close mine eyes;And I will sleep, with all things blest,In the pure earth-shadow of natural rest.
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