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COMPOSED BEFORE DAYLIGHT, ON THE MORNING APPOINTED FOR THE DEPARTURE OF A VERY / WORTHY, BUT NOT VERY PLEASANT VISITOR, WHOM IT WAS FEARED THE RAIN MIGHT DETAIN.
I. I know it is dark; and though I have lain, / Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain, / I have not once open'd the lids of my eyes, / But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies. / O Rain! that I lie listening to, / You're but a doleful sound at best: / I owe you little thanks,'tis true, / For breaking thus my needful rest! / Yet if, as soon as it is light, / O Rain! you will but take your flight, / I'll neither rail, nor malice keep, / Though sick and sore for want of sleep. / But only now, for this one day, / Do go, dear Rain! do go away!