Open the window, and let the air <br />Freshly blow upon face and hair, <br />And fill the room, as it fills the night, <br />With the breath of the rain's sweet might. <br />Hark! the burthen, swift and prone! <br />And how the odorous limes are blown! <br />Stormy Love's abroad, and keeps <br />Hopeful coil for gentle sleeps. <br /> <br />Not a blink shall burn to-night <br />In my chamber, of sordid light; <br />Nought will I have, not a window-pane, <br />'Twixt me and the air and the great good rain, <br />Which ever shall sing me sharp lullabies; <br />And God's own darkness shall close mine eyes; <br />And I will sleep, with all things blest, <br />In the pure earth-shadow of natural rest.<br /><br />James Henry Leigh Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-night-rain-in-summer/
