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RAIN

the rain is coming down,

And all Court is still and bare,

And the leaves fall wrinkled, brown,

Through the kindly winter air,

And in tattered flannels I

'Sweat' beneath a tearful sky,

And the sky is dim and grey,

And the rain is coming down,

And I wander far away

From the little red-capped town:

There is something in the rain

That would bid me to remain:

There is something in the wind

That would whisper, "Leave behind

All this land of time and rules,

Land of bells and early schools.

Latin, Greek and College food

Do you precious little good.

Leave them: if you would be free

Follow, follow, after me!"

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