Rain on her grave, and she loved the sun ... Now it's no matter. On her low-roofed house let it beat and run, Or lightly patter. Rain on her grave, and she loved the sun ... Now, it's no matter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON ON HIS BEING [OR, HAVING] ARRIVED AT THE AGE OF TWENTY-THREE by JOHN MILTON MESSMATES by HENRY JOHN NEWBOLT THE FLIGHT OF YOUTH by RICHARD HENRY STODDARD SONNET: AT STRATFORD-UPON-AVON by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MAD BLAKE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |