When the humid shadows hover Over all the starry spheres And the melancholy darkness Gently weeps in rainy tears What a bliss to press the pillow Of a cottage -chamber bed And lie listening to the patter Of the soft rain overhead! Every tinkle on the shingles Has an echo in the heart ; And a thousand dreamy fancies Into busy being start,Ang a thousand recollections Weave their air -threads into woof As i listen to the patter Of the rain upon the roof . Now in memory comes my mother, As she used in years agone , To regard the darling dreamers Ere she lift them till the dawn ;O! I feel her fond look on me i list to this refrain Which is played upon the shingles By the patter of the rain
The poet loves rain because it carries him in old memories .He thinks that it is bliss to hear the sound of the rain on the roof . He lies in his cozy bed and enjoys the music of nature it is a bliss for him .
Anushka digital content writer
Good afternoon everyone first of all thank you for giving me this opportunity my self I am Anushka Bihaniye .I am 14 year old .I am from Hasimpur .I have completed 8th class . There are member in my family and they are my father , mother , brother , sister , grandmother , grandfather and my parents are the pillar are the my strongth apart from that my confidence and good communication skills are my strength . My favourite hobby is learning sometime new everyday . My favourite subject is math . I like horror movie in my fun...
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