Lyric Poem · Love
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves
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 —
This poem is in the public domain.
“The pretty Rain from those sweet Eaves” by Emily Dickinson — quilloak.com/poems/the-pretty-rain-from-those-sweet-eaves
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