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_RAIN ON THE RIVER_ The skies are gray, where far and wide, Beyond the water willows, The marshes spread their emerald tide Of blossom crested billows. And on the vague horizon's rim, In vaporous purple masses, The distant woods show soft and dim Across the lush, green grasses. VAST DOT ORG BY DEB KAY THE SKIES ARE GREY WHERE FAR AND WIDE BEYOND THE WATER WILLOWS THE MARSHES SPREAD THEIR EMERALD TIDE OF BLOSSOM CRESTED BILLOWS AND ON THE VAGUE HORIZON'S RIM IN VAPOROUS PURPLE MASSES THE DISTANT WOODS SHOW SOFT AND DIM ACROSS THE LUSH GREEN GRASSES
 bough, How red the poppies are, and how Amid the tufted mignonette The scented south-winds gently blow; I heed them not,—I only know Time never seemed so long as now! I search the azure skies in vain, No hint of autumn rain! No hint of fall from bluebirds, nor Green fields of growing grain. Then idly reckoning, as before, I strive anew to make less far That glad date on the calendar; To number less the days that are, The changes fixed for sun and star, The moons that yet must wax and wane; Thus evermore With fresh impatience, o’er and o’er, I count the hours;—yet still am fain To tell them over once again. O hasten, hasten, autumn days! Sear swift this dewy, summer green! I am grown weary with delays; Speed! Speed! Bring bitter winds and chill, nor heed The mellow sweets between! What if the dead leaves strew the ways, And southward all the songs take wing? Despite all cheerless frosts that be, My eager heart awaits the spring, So knowing she will surely bring The birds and May to me.  RAIN ON THE RIVER BY EVELEEN STEYNE RED FOR A BLEAVER
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