DEEP in the night I heard The rain's mysterious word. (It was as if an old love spoke, a dead love sobbed and stirred.) Deep in the night the great voice of the rain Called at my window-pane. (A voice more sad shall nevermore sing at my heart again.) O deep within the night, the last stars gone, I heard the rain pass on. (No lost love stepped within my room -- only the pallid dawn!) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A CHILD OF QUALITY, FIVE YEARS OLD. THE AUTHOR THAN FORTY by MATTHEW PRIOR GRIEF WAS SENT THEE FOR THY GOOD by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY ROMERO by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BURIAL OF LOVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |