Hugh McCrae

(4 October 1876 - 17 February 1958 / Melbourne)

Song Of The Rain - Poem by Hugh McCrae

Night,
and the yellow pleasure of candle-light....
old brown books and the kind, fine face of the clock
fogged in the veils of the fire - it's cuddling tock.

The cat,
greening her eyes on the flame-litten mat;
wickedly, wakeful she yawns at the rain
bending the roses over the pane,
and a bird in my heart begins to sing
over and over the same sweet thing--

Safe in the house with my boyhood's love
and our children asleep in the attic above.



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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 1, 2004



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