THIS is the rhyme of the rain on the roof, Tears, all tears, slow falling tears If this is the warp, then what is the woof? Flesh that sorrows and flesh that fears. Ah! poor humanity, weeping sore, Guilt and sorrow, anger and shame, Oh! who could peace on this earth restore? Who shall punish and who shall blame? Here where a God, loved much, was slain. Since He hath failed, then who can win? On the thirsting ground let them fall again, Tears of sorrow and tears of sin. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE SOUTH COUNTRY by HILAIRE BELLOC ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE HILL WIFE: THE IMPULSE by ROBERT FROST |