Tears in my heart that weeps, Like the rain upon the town. What drowsy languor steeps In tears my heart that weeps? O sweet sound of the rain On earth and on the roofs! For a heart's weary pain O the song of the rain! Vain tears, vain tears, my heart! What, none hath done thee wrong? Tears without reason start From my disheartened heart. This is the weariest woe, O heart, of love and hate Too weary, not to know Why thou hast all this woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.P.: 4 by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE BABIE by JEREMIAH EAMES RANKIN THE INDIAN SERENADE by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY NOREMBEGA by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE WHITE WATCH (OPUS 28: NO. 3) by GORDON BOTTOMLEY THE CAPTIVE DOVE by ANNE BRONTE |