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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=509198" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Voices Of The Rain</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LAST night, when under troubled skies<br>The storm went marching o'er the plain,<br>An elfin music seemed to rise,<br>A singing in the rain.<br>At first it seemed a prattling child<br>That played alone in young delight,<br>And then it seemed a joy gone wild<br>That sang along the night.<br>The raindrops, with their steady beat<br>And burden musical and low,<br>Were like a thousand little feet<br>That hurried to and fro.<br>And where the runnels gushed and streamed<br>And soaked the grass-roots, dry and brown,<br>A busy band of fairies seemed<br>To patter up and down.<br>The air was full of whisperings,<br>And all the teeming dark was rife<br>With stir and call that told of things<br>That woke anew to life.<br>And then across the darkened waste<br>A sudden shouting wind was hurled;<br>It seemed a messenger in haste<br>With tidings for the world.<br>But, till across that streaming scene<br>The wind went rushing down the plain,<br>I did not guess what they might mean —<br>Those voices of the rain.<br>They said: 'Farewell to drought and dearth,<br>To Famine, hollow-eyed and nude!'<br>They said: 'We are the teeming Earth,<br>The gift of plenitude!'<br>They said, those voices of the rain:<br>'We are the flesh and blood and breath;<br>We are the meat, the fruit, the grain<br>That succour all from death!'<br>They said: 'Wherever we may pass<br>The hour of plenty comes to birth;<br>We spread the banquet of the grass<br>Around about the Earth!<br>'We call,' they said, 'and lo, the seed<br>Within its mother-soil is stirred;<br>The seasons round 'tis ours to feed<br>The fruit, the tree, the bird.<br>'By us the petal is unfurled,<br>The flower in purple splendour blooms;<br>We fill the markets of the world,<br>And feed its hungry looms.'<br>The moon sent forth one silver ray,<br>The fairy voices ceased to sing;<br>Yet far away, and far away,<br>I heard thanks echoing.<br>For cattle lowed throughout the night<br>In deep content across the plain;<br>And I, too, thanked, with meet delight,<br>The voices of the rain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Roderic+Quinn">Roderic Quinn</a><div class=q>
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The storm went marching o'er the plain,
An elfin music seemed to rise,
A singing in the rain.
At first it seemed a prattling child
That played alone in young delight,
And then it seemed a joy gone wild
That sa..."></div>
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