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Rainy Night
Ghosts of all my lovely sins,
Who attend too well my pillow,
Gay the wanton rain begins;
Hide the limp and tearful willow.


Turn aside your eyes and ears,
Trail away your robes of sorrow,
You shall have my further years-
You shall walk with me tomorrow.


I am sister to the rain;
Fey and sudden and unholy,
Petulant at the windowpane,
Quickly lost, remembered slowly.


I have lived with shades, a shade;
I am hung with graveyard flowers.

Let me be tonight arrayed
In the silver of the showers.


Every fragile thing shall rust;
When another April passes
I may be a furry dust,
Sifting through the brittle grasses.


All sweet sins shall be forgot;
Who will live to tell their siring?
Hear me now, nor let me rot
Wistful still, and still aspiring.


Ghosts of dear temptations, heed;
I am frail, be you forgiving.

See you not that I have need
To be living with the living?

Sail, tonight, the Styx's breast;
Glide among the dim processions
Of the exquisite unblest,
Spirits of my shared transgressions,

Roam with young Persephone.

Plucking poppies for your slumber .
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With the morrow, there shall be
One more wraith among your number.
Written by: Dorothy Parker

Book: Reflection on the Important Things