| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | Winter Rain | | By Frederick R. McCreary |
| | From “Hillside Poems”
IT is sad, this rain | |
| Drip-dripping in the night | |
| Monotonously | |
| Into the snow; | |
| Dripping from the corners of the house | 5 |
| And the ends of black twigs | |
| All night long without change. | |
| Rain, rain soft-fingered, | |
| Lifting up the white snow, | |
| Uncovering the clay beneath; | 10 |
| Rain, soft, | |
| Almost unwilling— | |
| The fingers of an old woman | |
| Who cannot resist | |
| Slipping downstairs in the night | 15 |
| To the front room, | |
| And lifting the sheet for a last look | |
| At what it conceals. | | | | |
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