AUTUMN RAIN.
Reading edition
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BY MRS. E. C. KINNEY.
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How I love the Autumn rain!
Pattering at my window-pane,
With a liquid, lulling tone,
As I sit all day alone—
Thinking o’er and o’er again
Only how I love the rain!
How I love the Autumn rain!
When it brings a thoughtful train—
When in meditative mood
I enjoy my solitude,
While the full and active brain
Works as busy as the rain.
How I love the Autumn rain
When, without a care or pain,
I can dream, and dream all day,
Or with loitering Fancy stray—
Weaving some capacious strain
Musical as Autumn rain.
How I love the Autumn rain!
When gray twilight comes again:
When the flickering hearth-flumes dance,
While the shadows dart askance—
Seeming goblins to the brain,
In the dreamy Autumn rain.
How I love the Autumn rain!
Pattering at my window-pane,
When upon my bed reposing—
Half in waking, half in dozing,
Then a dulcet music-strain
Seems the pleasant Autumn rain.
How I love the Autumn rain!
Though it come, and come again,
Never does it weary me
With its dull monotony;
Never on my ear in vain
Falls the pattering Autumn rain.