God's Bacchante
The rain rushed, grey and solid,
At window, wall, and door,—
It crashed across the housetops
Like waves that lift and roar.
It danced to drums of thunder,
It leaped along the plain,
It raced upon the hilltops—
God's Great Bacchante, Rain!
At window, wall, and door,—
It crashed across the housetops
Like waves that lift and roar.
It danced to drums of thunder,
It leaped along the plain,
It raced upon the hilltops—
God's Great Bacchante, Rain!
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