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A RAINY DAY, by                    
First Line: How tired one grows of a rainy day
Last Line: "oh, a rainy day brings back so much"
Subject(s): Memory;rain


How tired one grows of a rainy day,
For a rainy day brings back so much;
Old dreams revive that are buried away,
And the past comes back to the sight and touch.

When the night is short and the day is long,
And the rain falls down with ceaseless beat,
We tire of our thoughts as we tire of a song
That over and over is played in the street.

When I woke this morning and heard the splash
Of the rain-drop over the tall elm's leaves,
I was carried back in a lightning flash
To the dear old home with the sloping eaves.

And you and I, in the garret high,
Were playing again at hide-go-seek;
And bright was the light of your laughing eye,
And rich the glow of your rounded cheek.

And again I was nestled in my white bed
Under the eaves, and hearing above
The feet of the rain-steeds over my head,
While I dreamed sweet dreams of you, my love.

Love, my lover, with eyes of truth, --
O beautiful love of the vanished years,
There is no other love like the love of youth,
I say it over and over with tears.

Wealth and honor and fame may come, --
They cannot replace what is taken away;
There is no other home like the childhood's home,
No other love like the love of May.

Though the sun is bright in the mid-day skies,
There cometh an hour when the sad heart grieves
With a lonely wail, like a lost child's cry,
For the trundle-bed and the sloping eaves;

When, with vague unrest and nameless pain,
We hunger and thirst for a voice and touch
That we never on earth shall know again --
Oh, a rainy day brings back so much!





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