Soft Rain
Soft rain beats upon my windows
Hardly harming.
But by the great gusts guessed farther off
Up by the bare moor and brambly headland
Heaven and earth make war.
That savage toss of the 'pine boughs past music
And the roar of the elms . . .
Here come, in the candle light, soft reminder
Of poetry's truth, while rain beats as softly here
As sleep, or shelter of farms.
Hardly harming.
But by the great gusts guessed farther off
Up by the bare moor and brambly headland
Heaven and earth make war.
That savage toss of the 'pine boughs past music
And the roar of the elms . . .
Here come, in the candle light, soft reminder
Of poetry's truth, while rain beats as softly here
As sleep, or shelter of farms.
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