Rain and Roses

<h2><SPAN name="MY_OLD_HOUSE_AND_THE_WEATHER" id="MY_OLD_HOUSE_AND_THE_WEATHER"></SPAN>My Old House and the Weather</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span> GROW so very weary<br/></span> <span class="ih">Of the city’s crowded street<br/></span> <span class="i0">The babbling of voices<br/></span> <span class="i0">The restlessness of feet.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I often wish my friends would talk<br/></span> <span class="i0">Less dexterous and less clever,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And let me say a word about<br/></span> <span class="i0">My old house and the weather.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I long to stop those restless feet<br/></span> <span class="i0">And if I only could,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I’d still their babbling tongues awhile<br/></span> <span class="i0">With back-home quietude.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I long to let them know about<br/></span> <span class="i0">Birches that stand together,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the hand that threw the blooms around<br/></span> <span class="i0">My old house and the weather.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">But as it is I only take<br/></span> <span class="i0">Mere twigs of it to town,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The lilacs when they’re on the bush<br/></span> <span class="i0">And roses tumbling round.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_43" id="page_43">{43}</SPAN></span><br/></span> <span class="i0">But folks forget so hurriedly<br/></span> <span class="i0">And talk of fuss and feather,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I think they’d best come out and<br/></span> <span class="i0">My old house and the weather.<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_44" id="page_44">{44}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />