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When the humid shadows hover
Over all the starty spheres
And the melancholy darkness
Gently weeps in rainy tears,
What a bliss to press the pillow
Of a cottage-chamber bed
And lie listening to the patter
of the soft rain overhead!
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Every tinkle on the shingles
Has an echo in the heart;
And a thousand dreamy fancies
Into busy being start,
And a thousand recollections
Weave their air-threads into woof,
As I listen to the patter
of the rain upon the roof
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Now in memory comes my mother,
As she used in years agone.
To regard the darling dreamers
Ere she left them till the dawn:
of I feel her fond look on me
As I list to this refrain
Which is played upon the shingles
By the patter of the rain​

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