Lyric Poem · Love

The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves

by Emily Dickinson

Her unintending Eyes —

Took her own Heart, including ours,

By innocent Surprise —

The wrestle in her simple Throat

To hold the feeling down

That vanquished her — defeated Feat —

Was Fervor's sudden Crown —

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Poem: The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
Poet: Emily Dickinson
Length: 8 lines
Form: Lyric Poem, Short Poems
Themes: Love, Short

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Shape: 8 lines · 2 quatrains
Line length: Consistent with common metre. Alternating eight- and six-syllable lines — the hymn stanza (8.6.8.6), the most-used quatrain in English verse.

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Author record: Emily Dickinson1830–1886
Source record: PoetryDBThe pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves by emily-dickinson, PoetryDB transcription
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