OUTSIDE the rain upon the street, The sky all grim of hue, Inside, the music-painful sweet, And yet I heard but you. As is a thrilling violin, So is your voice to me, And still above the other strains, It sang in ecstasy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ECHOES: 35. MARGARITAE SORORI by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: AZRAEL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW FROLIC by GEORGE WILLIAM RUSSELL BUCOLIC COMEDY: AUBADE by EDITH SITWELL |