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Poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
From the sad eaves the drip-drop of the rain! The water washing at the latchel door; A slow step plashing by upon the moor; A single bleat far from the famished fold; The clicking of an embered hearth and cold; The rainy Robin tic-tac at the pane. 'So as it is with thee Is it with me, So as it is and it used not to be, With thee used not to be, Nor me.' So singeth Robin on the willow tree, The rainy robin tic-tac at the pane. Here in this breast all day The fire is dim and low, Within I care not to stay, Without I care not to go. A sadness ever sings Of unforgotten things, And the bird of love is patting at the pane; But the wintry water deepens at the door, And a step is plashing by upon the moor Into the dark upon the darkening moor, And alas, alas, the drip-drop of the rain!
Sydney Thompson Dobell
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