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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Winter Rain

Frederick R. McCreary

From “Hillside Poems”

IT is sad, this rain

Drip-dripping in the night

Monotonously

Into the snow;

Dripping from the corners of the house

And the ends of black twigs

All night long without change.

Rain, rain soft-fingered,

Lifting up the white snow,

Uncovering the clay beneath;

Rain, soft,

Almost unwilling—

The fingers of an old woman

Who cannot resist

Slipping downstairs in the night

To the front room,

And lifting the sheet for a last look

At what it conceals.