Genially - How Dreary

From the window, how dreary is the weather!

Plump tears of mine mimic the doleful rain,

and damp passers-by remark on my dark displeasure

from the window.  How dreary is the weather

that at my pane I wince like a pitiful beggar.

Viewing such sorrow (...have the heavens been slain?)

from the window (...how?). Dreary is the weather.

Plump tears of mine mimic the doleful rain.

The End

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