Rain and Roses

<h2><SPAN name="IM_GOING_OUT" id="IM_GOING_OUT"></SPAN>I’m Going Out</h2> <div class="poetry"> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="ig"><span class="letra">I</span>’M going out where breezes blowing round<br/></span> <span class="ih">Make trim kept acres look half country and half town.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where March winds tossed and blew the leaves away<br/></span> <span class="i0">Into the fences corner yesterday.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Oaks that never dropt last summer’s leaves at all<br/></span> <span class="i0">Were coaxed at last today to leave them fall.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I’m going out to this street’s very end,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where city atmosphere and country spaces blend,<br/></span> <span class="i0">And hear the whirring wings of lonely larks,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That circle like burnt embers o’er the park.<br/></span></div> <div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">I’ll have my hair in torrents blowing wild<br/></span> <span class="i0">About my pallid features like some child,<br/></span> <span class="i0">That had its romping days of childish fun<br/></span> <span class="i0">Most strangled e’er they ever had begun.<br/></span> <span class="i0">I’d like to walk around a field that’s barr’d<br/></span> <span class="i0">From other pleasant places winter scarr’d.<br/></span> <span class="i0">Where drifts have filled the corners there I know<br/></span> <span class="i0">Is still a faint suggestion of late snow.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_61" id="page_61">{61}</SPAN></span><br/></span> <span class="i0">So when your luncheon hour and mine comes round,<br/></span> <span class="i0">I will have gone beyond the edge of town.<br/></span> <span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_62" id="page_62">{62}</SPAN></span></div> </div></div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />