The Book of the Rose

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

THE COVERT


 

Sharp drives the rain for me,
Bitter the long night's pain for me,
Bitter the dawn's disdain for me,
     And breath so vain a prayer!

But open your heart and let me in.

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The deep of your soul, oh, set me in!
And sorrow of life shall forget me in
     The hiding of your hair!