 A Wet Day by Madison Quain Read for LibriVox.org by Brian Darks Dark, drear and drizzly, with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet robe smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies and hens and guineas Drup damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods Wild to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow dumb God for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds in aura smite rushing bars In through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Quain Dark drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet robe smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods Wild to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow dumb A God for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and aura smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Role calm, the chorus of moon and stars In a poem this recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Quain Read for Libervox.org by Chris Pyle Dark drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet robe smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A broodmare winnys with hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods Wild to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried at night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and aura smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Role calm, the chorus of moon and stars In a poem this recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Quain A Wet Day by Madison Cawain Read for LibriVox.org by Cornel Nemes Reno, Nevada Dark drear and drizzly With the vapor grizzly The day goes dolly Into its clothes Its wet robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers solly and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden Pelling the dripping lily hangs low its head A broodmare whinnies And hands and guineas droop Damp and chilly beneath the shed In a splashing mire About the buyer the cattle huddle The farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labors through Pole and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid At last is ended Is dead and buried And night has come Night, blind and footless And foul and fruitless With weeping, wearied and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder For winds to sander the clouds And o'er us smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm That passes, roll calm the chorus Of moon and stars End of poem. 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A White Day by Madison Cohen Read for LibriVox.org by Campbell Shelp Dark drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dolly unto its clothes Its wet robes smudges each thing it touches Its fingers solly and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden Pelling the dripping lily hangs low its head A broodmare whinnies and hands and guineas Droop dampen chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the buyer The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night, blind and footless And foul and fruitless With weeping, wearied and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder For winds to sander The clouds and aurora smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A White Day by Madison Cohen Read for LibriVox.org by Daryl Horton On April 2019 in Columbia, South Carolina Dark drear and drizzly with vapour grizzly The day goes dully until its close Its wet-robed smutches, each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A broodmare whinnies and hands and guineas Droop dampen chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and cladded clods The day, unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night, blind and footless And foul and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to thunder The clouds and ore, a smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm That passes, roll calm the chorus Of moon and stars End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Kellan Read for LibriVox.org by David Lawrence Dark, drear and drizzly, with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet-robed smutches, each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A broodmare whinnies and hens And guineas droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the buyer The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day, unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night, blind and footless And foul and fruitless With weeping leeryd and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to Sunder the clouds and auras smite Rushing bars, and through wild masses Of storm that passes, roll calm The chorus of moon and stars End of poem, this recording is in the Public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowain Read for LibreFox.org by Foam Dark, drear and drizzly, with vapour grisly The day goes dully unto its clothes Its wet-robed smutches, each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden paling The dripping lily hangs low its head A breadmare winnys and hens and guineas Drup, damp and chilly beneath the shend In splashing mire about the buyer The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods Today unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to Sunder the clouds and auras smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the Public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowain Read for LibreFox.org by Garth Burton Dark, drear and drizzly, with vapour grisly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet robe smotches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden-pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A breadmare winnys and hens and guineas Drup, damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle the farmhand plods While to some neighbours a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping, wearied and sorrow-dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sun Of the clouds and o'er us smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm That passes, roll calm the chorus Of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the Public domain A Wet Day by Madison Coween Read for Librevox.org by Greg Giordano Newport Ritchie, Florida Dark, drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dully into its clothes Its wet robe smotches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden-pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood-mare winnys and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed And splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle the farmhand-plods While to some neighbours a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried, and night has come Night, blind and footless, and foul and fruitless With weeping, wearied, and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and auras smite-rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Coyne Read for LibriVox.org by Josh Kibbey Dark, drear, and drizzly With vapour grizzly the day goes dully into its clothes Its wet robe smotches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden-pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A broodmare winnys, and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the buyer The cattle-huddle, the farmhand-plods While to some neighbours a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried, and night has come Night blind in footless and fowl and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow-dumb Ha-ha, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and o'er us smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Coyne Read for LibriVox.org by Leanne Howlett Dark, drear and drizzly with vapour-grizzly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden-pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A broodmare winnys, and hens and guineas Drup, damp and chilly, beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods While to some neighbours a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried, and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and auras smite-rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowine Read for LibriVox.org by Larry Wilson Dark, drear and drizzly with vapour-grizzly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden-pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies And hens and guineas droop damp And chilly beneath the shed In spushing mire abop the bire the cattle huddle The farm-hand plods While to some neighbours a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried, and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping, weird, and sorrow done Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder the clouds An auras might rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowine Read for LibriVox.org by Michelle Fry Baton Rouge, Louisiana Dark, drear, and drizzly with the vapor grizzly The day goes dolly unto its close Its wet robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden-pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried, and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping, weird, and sorrow done A god for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and aura smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowine Read for LibriVox.org by Nan Dodge Dark drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dullly unto its clothes Its wet-robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden-pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping, weird, and sorrow done A god for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and aura smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowine Read for LibriVox.org by Neema A Wet Day Dark drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its close Its wet robe smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle the farmhand plots While to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay the clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping, weird, and sorrow done Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds in aura smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Will calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowine Read for LibriVox.org by Phil Schimpf Dark, drear, and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its clothes Its wet robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labours Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping, weird, and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and auras smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem, this recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cowine Read for LibriVox.org by Scotty Smith Dark, drear, and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its clothes Its wet robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare whinnies and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and footless and foul and fruitless With weeping, wearied, and sorrow dumb I God for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and aura smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon And stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cawain Read for lipovox.org by Thomas Peter Dark drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dully unto its clothes Its wet robes smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare winnies and hens and guineas Droop damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the bire The cattle huddle, the farmhand plods While to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and fruitless and foul and fruitless With weeping, wearied and sorrow dumb I God for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and o'er us smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem This recording is in the public domain A Wet Day by Madison Cawain Read for lipovox.org by Thomas Peter Dark drear and drizzly with vapor grizzly The day goes dally unto its close Its wet robe smutches each thing it touches Its fingers sully and wreck the rose Around the railing and garden pailing The dripping lily hangs low its head A brood mare winnies and hens and guineas Drup, damp and chilly beneath the shed In splashing mire about the buyer The kettle huddle, the farmhand plods Well to some neighbors a wagon labors Through pool and puddle and clay that clods The day unsplendid at last is ended Is dead and buried and night has come Night blind and fruitless and foul and fruitless With weeping wearied and sorrow dumb Ah, God, for thunder, for winds to sunder The clouds and o'er us smite rushing bars And through wild masses of storm that passes Roll calm the chorus of moon and stars End of poem, this recording is in the public domain