A Riverain Rhyme by Joseph Ashby-Sterry

Beside the river in the rain—
The sopping sky is leaden grey—
I watch the drops run down the pane!

Assuming the Tapleyan vein—
I sit and drone a dismal lay—
Beside the river in the rain!

With pluvial patter for refrain;
I’ve smoked the very blackest clay;
I watch the drops run down the pane.

I’ve gazed upon big fishes slain,
That on the walls make brave display,
Beside the river in the rain.

It will not clear, ’tis very plain,
The rain will last throughout the day—
I watch the drops run down the pane.

I almost feel my boundless brain
At last shows signs of giving way;
Beside the river in the rain.

O, never will I stop again—
No more will I attempt to stay,
Beside the river in the rain,
To watch the drops run down the pane!

From: Ashby-Sterry, J., The Lazy Minstrel (Third Edition), 1887, T. Fisher Unwin: London, pp. 78-79.
(https://www.gutenberg.org/files/42915/42915-h/42915-h.htm)

Date: 1886

By: Joseph Ashby-Sterry (1836 or 1838-1917)

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