Rain on the Roof

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When the humid shadows hover

Overall the starry spheres,

And the melancholy darkness

Gently weeps in rainy tears,

What a bliss to press the pillow

Of a cottage-chamber bed,

And lie listening to the patter


Every tinkle on the shingles

Has an echo in the heart;

And a thousand dreamy fancies

Into busy being start,

And a thousand recollections

Weave their hair-threads into the wood,

As I listen to the patter

Of the rain upon the roof.


Now in memory comes to my mother,

As she used in years agone,

To regard the darling dreamers,

Ere she left them till dawn:

O! I feel her fond look on me

As I list to this refrain

Which is played upon the shingles

By the patter of the rain.

                                                                           ~ Coates Kinney

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⏰ Last updated: Sep 16, 2023 ⏰

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