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1882–1950

HOLLES STREET

James Stephens

Through the air, Everywhere, the rain is falling; Brawling on house and tree: On every place that you can see

The rain drops go; The roofs are wet, the walls, the ground below. Midnight has come; Now all the people stretch them blind and dumb

Each in a bed Save I, who sit and listen overhead Unto the rain Splashing upon the roof and window-pane.

Midnight! and I Can get no sleep, nor can the sky.

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