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SUMMER RAIN by AMY LOWELL

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First Line: ALL NIGHT OUR ROOM WAS OUTER-WALLED WITH RAIN
Last Line: Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain
Subject(s): RAIN;
All night our room was outer-walled with rain.
Drops fell and flattened on the tin roof,
And rang like little disks of metal.
Ping!-Ping!-and there was not a pin-point of silence between
them.
The rain rattled and clashed,
And the slats of the shutters danced and glittered.
But to me the darkness was red-gold and crocus-colored
With your brightness,
And the words you whispered to me
Sprang up and flamed-orange torches against the rain.
Torches against the wall of cool, silver rain!



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