Rain On The Roof

Loud on my roof the regiments of rain
March with their old insistence, and I hear
Troop after troop, column and troop again,
Sweep by before Dawn's shining hosts appear.

O armies of the night, your rhythmic tramp
Lures me at last to the deep bourne of Sleep,
And you and I find peace in some far camp
Where only silence and her legions creep.

by Charles Hanson Towne

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