LIKE a drift of faded blossoms Caught in a slanting rain, His fingers glimpsed down the strings of his harp In a tremulous refrain: Patter and tinkle, and drip and drip! Ah! but the chords were rainy sweet! And I closed my eyes and I bit my lip, As he played there in the street. Patter, and drip, and tinkle! And there was the little bed In the corner of the garret, And the rafters overhead! And there was the little window -- Tinkle, and drip, and drip! -- The rain above, and a mother's love, And God's companionship! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JOHN WILKES BOOTH AT THE FARM (JANUARY 12, 1848) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 60. FAREWELL TO JULIET (9) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 1. 1887 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN A SHROPSHIRE LAD: 40 by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT MOLLY PITCHER [JUNE 28, 1778] by KATE BROWNLEE SHERWOOD |