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  • Rain on the Roof

    From the Grand Forks Daily Herald, March 2, 1915. By Coates Kinney.

    When the humid shadows hover
        Over all the starry spheres,
    And the melancholy darkness
        Gently weeps in rainy tears,
    What a joy to press the pillow
        Of a cottage chamber bed,
    And to listen to the patter
        Of the soft rain overhead.

    Every tinkle on the shingles
        Has an echo in the heart,
    And a thousand dreamy fancies
        Into busy being start;
    And a thousand recollections
        Weave their air-threads into woof
    As I listen to the patter
        Of the rain upon the roof.

    Now in memory comes my mother
        As she used in years agone,
    To survey her darling dreamers
        Ere she left them till the dawn.
    Oh! I see her leaning o’er me
        As I list to this refrain
    Which is played upon the shingles
        By the patter of the rain.

    Then my little seraph sister,
        With her wings and waving hair,
    And her bright-eyed cherub brother—
        A serene, angelic pair—
    Glide around my wakeful pillow
        With their praise or mild reproof
    As I listen to the murmur
        Of the soft rain on the roof.

    And another comes to thrill me
        With her eyes’ delicious blue;
    And forgot I, gazing on her,
        That her heart was all untrue;
    I remember that I loved her
        As I ne’er may love again,
    And my heart’s quick pulses vibrate
        To the patter of the rain.

    There is naught in art’s bravuras
        That can work with such a spell
    In the spirit’s pure deep fountains
        Whence the holy passions swell
    As that melody of Nature,
        That subdued, subduing strain
    Which is played upon the shingles
        By the patter of the rain.