Composed Before Daylight, on the Morning, Appointed for the Departure of a Very, Worthy, but Not Very Pleasant Visitor,, Whom It Was Feared the Rain Might, Detain

I know 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.O 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,Though sick and sore for want of sleep.But only now, for this one day,Do go, dear Rain! do go away!

O Rain! with your dull two-fold sound,The clash hard by, and the murmur all round!You know, if you know aught, that we,Both night and day, but ill agree:For days and months, and almost years,Have limp'd on through this vale of tears,Since body of mine, and rainy weather,Have lived on easy terms together.Yet if, as soon as it is light,O Rain! you will but take your flight,Though you should come again to-morrow,And bring with you both pain and sorrow;Though stomach should sicken and knees should swell--I'll nothing speak of you but well.But only now for this one day,Do go, dear Rain! do go away!

Dear Rain! I ne'er refused to sayYou're a good creature in your way;Nay, I could write a book myself,Would fit a parson's lower shelf,Showing how very good you are. --What then? sometimes it must be fair!And if sometimes, why not to-day?Do go, dear Rain! do go away!

Dear Rain! if I've been cold and shy,Take no offence! I'll tell you why.A dear old Friend e'en now is here,And with him came my sister dear;After long absence now first met,Long months by pain and grief beset--We three dear friends! in truth, we groanImpatiently to be alone.We three, you mark! and not one more!The strong wish makes my spirit sore.We have so much to talk about,So many sad things to let out;So many tears in our eye-corners,Sitting like little Jacky Homers--In short, as soon as it is day,Do go, dear Rain! do go away!

And this I'll swear to you, dear Rain!Whenever you shall come again,Be you as dull as e'er you could(And by the bye 'tis understood,You're not so pleasant as you're good),Yet, knowing well your worth and place,I'll welcome you with cheerful face;And though you stay'd a week or more,Were ten times duller than before;Yet with kind heart, and right good will,I'll sit and listen to you still;Nor should you go away, dear Rain!Uninvited to remain.But only now, for this one day,Do go, dear Rain! do go away!