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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Poems and their Stories
PoetryThis is a collection of poems with their stories that lie within them. The stories are made from my understanding of the poem. The story may not be what the poet had in his mind while writing it.