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THE LITTLE BOY, THE WIND, AND THE RAIN
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SOMETIMES, when I'm gone to-bed, And it's all dark in the room, Seems I hear somebody tread Heavy, rustling through the gloom: And then something there goes "boom," Stumbling on the floor o'erhead; And I cover eyes and ears: Never dare to once look out, But just cry till mother hears, Says there's naught to cry about: — "Old Mis' Wind is at her capers. Shut your eyes and go to sleep. She has got among those papers, In the attic, with her sweep. Shut your eyes and go to sleep." II
Sometimes when the lamplight's flame Flickers, fingers tap the pane;