I hear the rain in my garden Softly beseeching me To slip from the arms of sorrow For a rendezvous under the tree. Now with his long silver fingers He taps on my window there, And my heart stirs as it remembers The feel of his hands in my hair. I have been faithful to sorrow, I have lain with him night after night; But barren has been all his passion, And futile has been his delight. Then why should I lie here longer, Restless and unfulfilled When the promise in rain's entreaty Can be neither evaded nor stilled. I will go into the garden; I will give myself to the rain; And perhaps will be born of this union Peace in my heart again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAWYER'S INVOCATION TO SPRING by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN MEMORIAL TO D.C.: 2. PRAYER TO PERSEPHONE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY TELLING THE BEES by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH ALL HAIL TO THE CZAR! by ALFRED AUSTIN |