Rain on her grave, and she loved the sun ... Now it's no matter. On her low-roofed house let it beat and run, Or lightly patter. Rain on her grave, and she loved the sun ... Now, it's no matter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CRADLE SONG by PADRAIC COLUM HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 8. BRENNBAUM by EZRA POUND A LITTLE WHILE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI SONNET ON CATHERINE WORDSWORTH by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE WORD by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS STANZAS ON THE DEATH OF A FRIEND by BERNARD BARTON |