RAIN, RAIN!
Rain, rain,—fall, fall,
In a heavy screen—
That my lover be not seen!
Wind, wind,—blow, blow,
Till the leaves are stirred—
That my lover be not heard!
Storm, storm,—rage, rage,
Like a war around—
That my lover be not found!
... Lark, lark,—hush ... hush ...
Softer music make—
That my lover may not wake....
Zoë Akins