It rained the night we buried him And many nights thereafter; While I, tears purging my poor sould, Knew I was done with laughter. Last night I could not sleep at all But vowed to be resigned hereafter . . . Will tears soon purge, now Fall rains fall, Leaving some room for laughter? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STANZAS TO A LADY, WITH THE POEMS OF CAMOENS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE SONG OF FIONNUALA by THOMAS MOORE THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY THE THREE TROOPERS DURING THE PROTECTORATE by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PRAYER FOR A CITY CHILD by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH LEFT BEHIND by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN SONG FOR THE NEWBORN by MARY HUNTER AUSTIN TO BARON DE STONNE.....TO FIND HIMSELF BETWEEN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |