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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Frances Shaw
THE GOLDEN sun is garish
  On the white wall of the day.
I close my eyes against it
  For a vision cool and gray.
Gray-fissued and gray-skirted,        5
  She sweeps across the plain
And wraps me in her softness—
  O Rain, my mother Rain!
A soft gray wall of rain
  Shuts all the world away—        10
The voices of the toilers,
  The urgent thoughts of day.
As silence or as night
  It closes me about,
And shields me in a solitude        15
  That shuts the loud world out.
I care not for the sun
  Or where the winds blow free;
I love the folds of rain,
  The mist enclosing me.        20

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