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First Line: Listen how low the rain is singing there
Last Line: Even this last-heard, drowsy sound of rain.
Subject(s): Autumn; Rain; Seasons; Fall


Listen how low the rain is singing there,
More to itself than any other thing,
For never leaf or blossom, now, will care
What song of all her songs the rain will sing.
For thus the summer world is sung asleep,
Hearing the quiet rainfall on the ground,
Fainter . . . and faint -- till slumbers grow too deep
For listening any longer to this sound.
Tomorrow I shall see, as I go by,
How leaf and petal, delicately curled,
Are drowned in sleep and lost to earth and sky,
Where nothing is remembered from the world,
But all things are forgotten that were plain --
Even this last-heard, drowsy sound of rain.





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