Rain and Roses

<h2><SPAN name="BLUESTONE_RIVER_W_VA" id="BLUESTONE_RIVER_W_VA"></SPAN>Bluestone River, W. Va.</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="ig"><span class="letra">S</span>OMETIME in my day dreaming<br/></span> <span class="ih">Thru’ my half-lidded eyes,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I’m seeing old Virginia<br/></span> <span class="i0">And Old Virginia skies.<br/></span> <span class="i0">The narrow, crooked roadway,<br/></span> <span class="i0">The path by which we came,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And then I see the river,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Bluestone river, in the rain.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Then there’s the drooping willows<br/></span> <span class="i0">Swaying, swirling, side by side.<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the hollyhocks keep nodding<br/></span> <span class="i0">To each other in the tide.<br/></span> <span class="i0">And the mists we love o’ mornings<br/></span> <span class="i0">Puts our dropping tears to shame.<br/></span> <span class="i0">When we see it clear the river,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Bluestone river, in the rain.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">And there’s the little homestead<br/></span> <span class="i0">Just across the running stream,<br/></span> <span class="i0">It beckons from the mountain<br/></span> <span class="i0">Like a kind hand in a dream.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_45" id="page_45">{45}</SPAN></span><br/></span> <span class="i0">A soft, mellow light is breaking<br/></span> <span class="i0">From each golden window pane,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And it shines down on the river,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Bluestone river, in the rain.<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_46" id="page_46">{46}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />