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What's in a Name?

by Christina Rossetti

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Drawing the boundary…

If it should rain

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

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Drawing the boundary…

The poems

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What's in a Name?

by Christina Rossetti

Why has Spring one syllable less
Than any its fellow season?
There may be some other reason,
And I'm merely making a guess;
But surely it hoards such wealth
Of happiness, hope and health,
Sunshine and musical sound,
It may spare a foot from its name
Yet all the same
Superabound.

Soft-named Summer,
Most welcome comer,
Brings almost everything
Over which we dream or sing
Or sigh;
But then Summer wends its way,
To-morrow,--to-day,--
Good-bye!

Autumn,--the slow name lingers,
While we likewise flag;
It silences many singers;
Its slow days drag,
Yet hasten at speed
To leave us in chilly need
For Winter to strip indeed.

In all-lack Winter,
Dull of sense and of sound,
We huddle and shiver
Beside our splinter
Of crackling pine,
Snow in sky and snow on ground.
Winter and cold
Can't last for ever!
To-day, to-morrow, the sun will shine;
When we are old,
But some still are young,
Singing the song
Which others have sung,
Ringing the bells
Which others have rung,--
Even so!
We ourselves, who else?
We ourselves long
Long ago.

If it should rain

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

If it should rain—(the sneezy moon
Said: Rain)—then I shall hear it soon
From shingles into gutters fall . . .
And know of what concerns me, all:

The garden will be wet till noon—
I may not walk—my temper leans
To myths and legends—through the beans
Till they are dried—lest I should spread
Diseases they have never had.

I hear the rain: it comes down straight.
Now I can sleep, I need not wait
To close the windows anywhere.

Tomorrow, it may be, I might
Do things to set the whole world right.
There’s nothing I can do tonight.

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