Drop after silver drop Like crystal pendants For milady's ears, Splashing against Pavements, trees, Roofs and faces. Drop after silver drop Against my windowpane Beats a drowsy sonata. Oh, weary, weary, rain. Drop after silver drop Against my heart -- Internal tears, fall gently, My heart is sore. Oh, weary rain. Drop after silver drop Against my brain Trying to wash away Memories. Futile task. The rain is tired. Drop after silver drop Upon my face. I stretch my arms to it The welcome feel of rain-tears On my cheeks. Drop after silver drop On heart, on mind, On face. Which is the wearier of us two, rain? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CREPUSCULE DU MATIN; SONNET by AMY LOWELL THE WANING MOON by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A DESCRIPTION OF THE MORNING by JONATHAN SWIFT SIX TOWN ECLOGUES: SATURDAY; THE SMALL-POX by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU THE MIDDLEBURY, VERMOUNT, FAIR by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: A SQUIRE SPEAKS by THOMAS CAMPION |