THE sad rain falls from Heaven, A sad bird pipes and sings ; I am sitting here at my window And watching the spires of "King's." O fairest of all fair places, Sweetest of all sweet towns ! With the birds, and the greyness and greenness, And the men in caps and gowns. All they that dwell within thee, To leave are ever loth, For one man gets friends, and another Gets honour, and one gets both. The sad rain falls from Heaven ; My heart is great with woe -- I have neither a friend nor honour, Yet I am sorry to go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 39 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING CLARE'S DRAGOONS by THOMAS OSBORNE DAVIS ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE MISSIONARY HYMN by REGINALD HEBER STEEL MILL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE EMOTIONS by EDGAR BARRATT |