| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Rain | | By Jean Starr Untermeyer |
| | | I HAVE always hated the rain, | |
| And the gloom of grayed skies. | |
| But now I think I must always cherish | |
| Rain-hung leaf and the misty river; | |
| And the friendly screen of dripping green | 5 |
| Where eager kisses were shyly given, | |
| And your pipe-smoke made clouds in our damp, close heaven. | |
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| The curious laggard passed us by, | |
| His wet shoes soughed on the shining walk. | |
| And that afternoon was filled with a blurred glory | 10 |
| That afternoon, when we first talked as lovers. | | | | |
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