Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, IN IRELAND: 4. BY LOUGH-NA-GAR: RAIN, by ARTHUR WILLIAM SYMONS


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First Line: Into a land of wandering rain
Last Line: A voice crying from far away.
Subject(s): Ireland; Rain; Irish


Into a land of wandering rain
I have fled from a voice that follows me still
To the lonely cabin under the hill;
It cries to me out of the windless rain,
And at night I hear it crying again.

All day the rain is on the lake,
All night the rain drips from the thatch;
I stand at the cabin door and watch
The drifting rain beat on the lake,
And the foam-white ripples gather and break.

The woods are veiled with the rains all day,
The woods crouch under the rains all night,
And the rainy torrents cry from the height;
I hear in the rain, night and day,
A voice crying from far away.





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