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it is dark; and though I have lain Awake, as I guess, an hour or twain, I have not once open'd the lids of my eyes, But I lie in the dark, as a blind man lies. Rain! that I lie listening to,
 * You're but a doleful sound at best:

I owe you little thanks, 'tis true,
 * For breaking thus my needful rest!

Yet if, as soon as it is light, O Rain! you will but take your flight, I'll neither rail, nor malice keep, Tho' sick and sore for want of sleep: But only now, for this one day, Do go, dear Rain! do go away!