Rain, Rain

Rain , rain — fall, fall,
In a heavy screen —
That my lover be not seen!

Wind, wind, — blow, blow,
Till the leaves are stirred —
That my lover be not heard!

Storm, storm, — rage, rage,
Like a war around —
That my lover be not found!

. . . Lark, lark, — hush . . . hush . . .
Softer music make —
That my lover may not wake . . .
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