Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Rain

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RAIN
I never knew how words were vain Until I strove to sayThe thoughts that fell like the grey rain Upon my heart today.
The April rain falls on the earth, That waits a while for words,And then becomes articulate In buds and bees and birds.
The thoughts that rain upon my heart Bring nothing fair to birth;Oh God, I kneel before the art, Of this great lyrist, earth.
Contemporary VerseKenneth Slade Alling

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