Morning-Rains Poem by Michael Field

Morning-Rains

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I HEARD a morning thrush salute the rains
That beat in soft, prolific rush,
Armies of angry dewdrops on the panes,
In shower across the roofs: the thrush,
Through all this liquid measure,
Sang shrilly for his pleasure,
And, as the soft and shrill together mingled,
My ears voluptuously tingled.

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Walterrean Salley 22 November 2016

(Morning-Rains - Poem by Michael Field.) The nonsensical-converging beauty found in nature. Love it. Thanks.

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