Black of night; soft-dripping rain; Lonely echo of a passing train; Fresh, sweet incense from the drenched plain. The wind, through tossing, fretting leaves, A murmuring tale of sorrow weaves. Alone in darkness, my heart grieves. The moon has hid her silver smile. She's missing you. The cricket's voice is hushed the while With tears, for you. Across the heavens, rain clouds file In stormy, melancholy style, Tempting my tears with mournful guile. Lost is e'en my saddest smile. I'm missing you. I live, benumbed with pain the while, In tears, for you. Across my heart sad visions file In solemn, melancholy style, Bruising my heart with mournful guile. Black of night; soft-dripping rain; Lonely echo of a passing train; Fresh, sweet incense from the drenched plain. The wind calls through the tossing leaves, Your name in chant of sorrow weaves. Alone, in darkness, my heart grieves. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HARD TIMES IN ELFLAND; A STORY OF CHRISTMAS EVE by SIDNEY LANIER THE DAY AND THE WORK by EDWIN MARKHAM A REPUBLIC! by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON MANOKWARI, IRIAN JAYA; IN MEMORIAM, ALFRED RUSSEL WALLACE by KAREN SWENSON |