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After Rain Post by :yahooman Category :Poems Author :Helen Hay Whitney Date :October 2011 Read :799

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After Rain

The country road at lonely close of day
Rests for a while from the long stress of rain;
Dripping and bowed, the green walls of the lane
Reflect no glistening light, no colors gay
Has dying Summer left. The sky is gray,
As though the weeping had not eased the pain.
The Autumn is not yet, and all in vain
Seems Summer's life--a blossom cast away.

The air is hushed, save in the emerald shade
The rain still drips and stirs each fretting leaf
To soft insistence of its little grief.
The hopeless calm all thought of life denies--
But hark! out through the silence, unafraid,
A robin ripples to the chilly skies.





(The end)
Helen Hay Whitney's poem: After Rain

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