Envoys
Love calls me tonight
In the beat of the rain
Through the cold little drops On my bare window-pane;
Calls and calls through the dark Like a whispered refrain Tapping soft on my heart Through the bare window pane.
Georgia Douglas Johnson
Love calls me tonight
In the beat of the rain
Through the cold little drops On my bare window-pane;
Calls and calls through the dark Like a whispered refrain Tapping soft on my heart Through the bare window pane.
The speaker hears love calling her at night, not as a voice but in the steady rhythm of rain against the window. The cold little drops become messengers—envoys—tapping on the bare pane and, through that sound, on her heart.
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