by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)

Rain
Language: English 
I woke in the swimming dark
And heard, now sweet, now shrill,
The voice of the rain-water
Cold and still,

Endlessly sing; now faint,
In the distance borne away;
Now in the air float near,
But nowhere stay;

Singing I know not what,
Echoing on and on;
Following me in sleep,
Till night was gone.

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This text was added to the website: 2016-04-02
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