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in the rain.
IN THE RAIN.
A LIGHT flashed up in her sad blue eye,
Like a ray through a break in the cloudy sky,
  As she leaned at the showered pane.
"Thank Heaven! he 's come!"—but the train shrieked "Nay!"
And crashed o'er her dying hopes away.
Still she waited on till the day was gone,
  Waited alone in the rain.

Ever, now and again, the cloud-rack through
There peeped a bud of the heavenly blue,—
  Blue, without speck or stain.
Then the young corn shook in its jewelled mist,
And the violets twinkled, pure amethyst;
And her eye grew bright with a dewy light,
  Waiting alone in the rain.

But the soft blue flower of the sky shut up
Behind the tempest its hollow cup;
  The meadows were dim again: