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I	A
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O many toned rain	B
O myriad sweet voices of the rain	B
How welcome is its delicate overture	C
At evening when the glowing moistur'd west	D
Seals all things with cool promise of night's rest	D
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At first it would allure	E
The earth to kinder mood	F
With dainty flattering	G
Of soft sweet pattering	G
Faintly now you hear the tramp	H
Of the fine drops falling damp	H
On the dry sun seasoned ground	I
And the thirsty leaves around	I
But anon imbued	F
With a sudden bounding access	J
Of passion it relaxes	K
All timider persuasion	L
And with nor pretext nor occasion	L
Its wooing redoubles	K
And pounds the ground and bubbles	K
In sputtering spray	M
Flinging itself in a fury	N
Of flashing white away	M
Till the dusty road	O
Flings a perfume dank abroad	P
And the grass and the wide hung trees	K
The vines the flowers in their beds	K
The vivid corn that to the breeze	K
Rustles along the garden rows	K
Visibly lift their heads	K
And as the shower wilder grows	K
Upleap with answering kisses to the rain	B
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Then the slow and pleasant murmur	C
Of its subsiding	G
As the pulse of the storm beats firmer	C
And the steady rain	B
Drops into a cadenced chiding	G
Deep breathing rain	B
The sad and ghostly noise	K
Wherewith thou dost complain	B
Thy plaintive spiritual voice	K
Heard thus at close of day	M
Through vaults of twilight gray	M
Doth vex me with sweet pain	B
And still my soul is fain	B
To know the secret of that yearning	G
Which in thine utterance I hear returning	G
	-
Hush oh hush	Q
Break not the dreamy rush	Q
Of the rain	B
Touch not the marring doubt	R
Words bring to the certainty	N
Of its soft refrain	B
But let the flying fringes flout	R
Their gouts against the pane	B
And the gurgling throat of the water spout	R
Groan in the eaves amain	B
	-
The earth is wedded to the shower	C
Darkness and awe gird round the bridal hour	C
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II	A
	-
O many toned rain	B
It hath caught the strain	B
Of a wilder tune	B
Ere the same night's noon	B
When dreams and sleep forsake me	N
And sudden dread doth wake me	N
To hear the booming drums of heaven beat	S
The long roll to battle when the knotted cloud	T
With an echoing loud	T
Bursts asunder	C
At the sudden resurrection of the thunder	C
And the fountains of the air	U
Unsealed again sweep ruining everywhere	U
To wrap the world in a watery winding sheet	S
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III	A
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O myriad sweet voices of the rain	B
When the airy war doth wane	B
And the storm to the east hath flown	B
Cloaked close in the whirling wind	V
There's a voice still left behind	V
In each heavy hearted tree	N
Charged with tearful memory	N
Of the vanished rain	B
From their leafy lashes wet	W
Drip the dews of fresh regret	W
For the lover that's gone	B
All else is still	X
But the stars are listening	G
And low o'er the wooded hill	X
Hangs upon listless wing	G
Outspread a shape of damp blue cloud	T
Watching like a bird of evil	Y
That knows no mercy nor reprieval	Y
The slow and silent death of the pallid moon	B
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IV	Z
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But soon returning duly	Y
Dawn whitens the wet hill tops bluely	Y
To her vision pure and cold	A2
The night's wild tale is told	A2
On the glistening leaf in the mid road pool	Y
The garden mold turned dark and cool	Y
And the meadow's trampled acres	K
But hark how fresh the song of the winged music makers	K
For now the moanings bitter	C
Left by the rain make harmony	Y
With the swallow's matin twitter	C
And the robin's note like the wind's in a tree	Y
The infant morning breathes sweet breath	B2
And with it is blent	A2
The wistful wild moist scent	A2
Of the grass in the marsh which the sea nourisheth	B2
And behold	A2
The last reluctant drop of the storm	C2
Wrung from the roof is smitten warm	C2
And turned to gold	A2
For in its veins doth run	B
The very blood of the bold unsullied sun	B

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