The Covert

Sharp drives the rain for me,
Bitter the long night's pain for me,
Bitter the dawn's disdain for me,
And breath so vain a prayer!

But open your heart and let me in.
The deep of your soul, oh, set me in!
And sorrow of life shall forget me in
The hiding of your hair!
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