Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day? William Shakespeare
Dust of Snow, Robert Frost
The Rainy Day, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
My Heart Leaps Up, William Wordsworth
Caress Me Baby, Jimmy Reed (The Blues Project)
Baby It’s Cold Outside, Frank Loesser
Last Night The Rain Spoke To Me, Mary Oliver
Blue Skies, Irvin Berlin
Summer Shower, Emily Dickinson (excerpt)
Shelter From the Storm, Bob Dylan
Snow, Louis MacNeice
On a Day When The Wind is Perfect, Rumi
Pennies From Heaven, Johnny Burke
Let It Snow, Sammy Cahn and Jules Styne
Water by Wendell Berry
Singing In The Rain, Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown
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Each In His Own Tongue, William Herbert Carruth
My Psalm, John Greenleaf Whittier
The Southern Custom, Emily Dickinson
When The Sun Comes After The Rain, Robert Louis Stevenson
There Is Another Sky, Emily Dickinson
Shall I Compare Thee To A Summer’s Day?
by William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,
When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost
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The Rainy Day
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The day is cold, and dark and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,
But at every gust the dead leaves fall,
And the day is dark and dreary.
My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;
It rains, and the wind is never weary;
My thoughts still cling to the mouldering Past,
But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,
And the days are dark and dreary.
Be still, sad heart! and cease repining;
Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;
Thy fate is the common fate of all,
Into each life some rain must fall,
Some days must be dark and dreary.
My Heart Leaps Up
by William Wordsworth
My heart leaps up when I behold
A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began;
So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old
Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be
Bound each to each by natural piety.
Caress Me Baby
by Jimmy Reed (The Blues Project)
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Baby It’s Cold Outside
by Frank Loesser
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Last Night The Rain Spoke To Me
by Mary Oliver
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Blue Skies
by Irving Berlin
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Summer Shower (excerpt)
by Emily Dickinson
A drop fell on the apple tree,
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured: were they pearls,
What necklaces could be! . . . .
Shelter From the Storm*
by Bob Dylan
‘Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, a men who are fighting to be warm.
“Come in,” she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
“Come in,” she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Now there’s a wall between us, something’ there’s been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’ doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
“Come in,” she said,
“I’ll give you shelter from the storm.”
* Used with the kind permission of Bob Dylan Music Company.
Snow
by Louis MacNiece
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On a Day When The Wind is Perfect
by Rumi
(translated)
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Pennies From Heaven
by Johnny Burke
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Let It Snow
by Sammy Cahn and Jules Styne
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Water
by Wendell Berry
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Singing In The Rain
by Arthur Freed and Nacio Herb Brown
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