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Poem
May 24, 1870
The Spirit Of Democracy
Woodsfield, Monroe County, Ohio
What is this article about?
A young wife laments a rainy day from her window but cheers up when her husband returns home, embracing her and filling the room with love's light despite the gloomy weather.
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A young wife stood at the lattice-pane,
In a study sad and "brown,"
Watching the dreary, ceaseless rain,
Steadily pouring down—
Drip, drip, drip,
It kept on its tireless play;
And the poor little woman sighed: "Ah me!
What a wretched, weary day!"
An eager hand at the door.
A step as of one in haste,
A kiss on her lips once more,
And an arm around her waist;
Throb, throb, throb,
Went her little heart, grateful and gay,
As she thought, with a smile, "Well, after all,
It isn't so dull a day!"
Forgot was the plashing rain,
And the lowering skies above,
For the sombre room was lighted again
By the blessed sun o' love:
"Love, love, love!"
Ran the little wife's murmured lay.
Without it may threaten and frown if it will,
Within what a golden day.
In a study sad and "brown,"
Watching the dreary, ceaseless rain,
Steadily pouring down—
Drip, drip, drip,
It kept on its tireless play;
And the poor little woman sighed: "Ah me!
What a wretched, weary day!"
An eager hand at the door.
A step as of one in haste,
A kiss on her lips once more,
And an arm around her waist;
Throb, throb, throb,
Went her little heart, grateful and gay,
As she thought, with a smile, "Well, after all,
It isn't so dull a day!"
Forgot was the plashing rain,
And the lowering skies above,
For the sombre room was lighted again
By the blessed sun o' love:
"Love, love, love!"
Ran the little wife's murmured lay.
Without it may threaten and frown if it will,
Within what a golden day.
What sub-type of article is it?
Song
What themes does it cover?
Love Courtship
Nature Seasons
What keywords are associated?
Young Wife
Rainy Day
Husband Return
Domestic Love
Joy In Rain
Poem Details
Key Lines
Drip, Drip, Drip,
It Kept On Its Tireless Play;
And The Poor Little Woman Sighed: "Ah Me!
What A Wretched, Weary Day!"
Throb, Throb, Throb,
Went Her Little Heart, Grateful And Gay,
As She Thought, With A Smile, "Well, After All,
It Isn't So Dull A Day!"
"Love, Love, Love!"
Ran The Little Wife's Murmured Lay.
Without It May Threaten And Frown If It Will,
Within What A Golden Day.