<h3 id="Fear">Fear</h3>
<p>I HEARD a sound of crying in the lane,<br/>
A passionless, low crying,<br/>
And I said, “It is the tears of the brown rain<br/>
On the leaves within the lane!”</p>
<p>I heard a sudden sighing at the door,<br/>
A soft, persuasive sighing,<br/>
And I said, “The summer breeze has sighed before,<br/>
Gustily, outside the door!”</p>
<p>Yet from the place I fled, nor came again,<br/>
With my heart beating, beating!<br/>
For I knew ’twas not the breeze nor the brown rain<br/>
At the door and in the lane!</p>
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