Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE RAINY MORNING, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY



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THE RAINY MORNING, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: The dawn of the day was dreary
Last Line: Melted in mists of light.
Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F.
Subject(s): Light; Morning; Rain; Wind


The dawn of the day was dreary,
And the lowering clouds o'erhead
Wept in a silent sorrow
Where the sweet sunshine lay dead;
And a wind came out of the eastward
Like an endless sigh of pain,
And the leaves fell down in the pathway
And writhed in the falling rain.

I had tried in a brave endeavor
To chord my harp with the sun,
But the strings would slacken ever,
And the task was a weary one:
And so, like a child impatient
And sick of a discontent,
I bowed in a shower of tear-drops
And mourned with the instrument.

And lo! as I bowed, the splendor
Of the sun bent over me,
With a touch as warm and tender
As a father's hand might be:
And, even as I felt its presence,
My clouded soul grew bright,
And the tears, like the rain of morning,
Melted in mists of light.






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