Resentfully, I listen to the rain Washing away the scarlet of the year As midnight tears once washed away the clear Heart-image of my love. With similar pain, With similar cherishing of grief again, The rain upon the pointed roofs I hear; Derisive laughter ... a taunt, a jeer, Strums in the great drops leaping in the lane. But I have no will to stab the back of Time -- Not even strength to pull him backward by His snarly curls; nor would I, if I could; For that wild love is gone -- gone like a chime Housed in a ruined clock, gone like a cry The rain has smothered in its silver hood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WORD-PORTRAITS: THE DESCRIPTION OF SIR GEOFFREY CHAUCER by ROBERT GREENE ODE ON THE DEATH OF HIS FATHER by JORGE MANRIQUE ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: FOURTH SONG by PHILIP SIDNEY OF THE REED THAT THE JEWS SET IN OUR SAVIOUR'S HAND by WILLIAM ALABASTER BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD EASTER by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN |