When the morning breaks the world awakes
To another day of drench.
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The dainty maiden, with tennis-bat laden,
In vain prepares for sport;
For with heavy wet I have soaked the net,
And utterly swamped the Court.
Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof
O’er the sodden cricket-ground,
Keeping all things damp as a dripping lamp