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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=408418" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Rain Comes Sobbing to the Door</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The night grows dark, and weird, and cold; and thick drops patter on the pane;<br>There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain.<br>The red coals click beneath the flame, and see, with slow and silent feet<br>The hooded shadows cross the woods to where the twilight waters beat!<br>Now, fan-wise from the ruddy fire, a brilliance sweeps athwart the floor;<br>As, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door:<br>As, streaming down the lattices,<br>The rain comes sobbing to the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Dull echoes round the casement fall, and through the empty chambers go,<br>Like forms unseen whom we can hear on tip-toe stealing to and fro.<br>But fill your glasses to the brims, and, through a mist of smiles and tears,<br>Our eyes shall tell how much we love to toast the shades of other years!<br>And hither they will flock again, the ghosts of things that are no more,<br>While, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door:<br>While, streaming down the lattices,<br>The rain comes sobbing to the door.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tempest-trodden wastelands moan - the trees are threshing at the blast;<br>And now they come, the pallid shapes of Dreams that perished in the past;<br>And, when we lift the windows up, a smothered whisper round us strays,<br>Like some lone wandering voice from graves<br>that hold the wrecks of bygone days.<br>I tell ye that I ~love~ the storm, for think we not of ~thoughts~ of yore,<br>When, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door?<br>When, streaming down the lattices,<br>The rain comes sobbing to the door?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We'll drink to those we sadly miss, and sing some mournful song we know,<br>Since they may chance to hear it all, and muse on friends they've left below.<br>Who knows - if souls in bliss can leave the borders of their Eden-home -<br>But that some loving one may now about the ancient threshold roam?<br>Oh, like an exile, he would hail a glimpse of the familiar floor,<br>Though, streaming down the lattices, the rain comes sobbing to the door!<br>Though, streaming down the lattices,<br>The rain comes sobbing to the door!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Henry+Kendall">Henry Kendall</a><div class=q>
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There comes a wailing from the sea; the wind is weary of the rain.
The red coals click beneath the flame, and see, with slow and silent feet
The hooded shadows cross th..."></div>
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