OUT in the night the great good rain Makes sweet the earth, makes strong the trees. -- Let me be done myself with pain And hot unhappy mysteries. Let me not lie awake to-night With dreams devouring all the gloom: Wide mouths of hungry restless light Gleaming and gaping round my room. Dreams, from my soul's and body's stark And hollow red-hot caves of fear. (Oh, never a dream of leaves, a lark, A dawn-wind, sea-tides salt and clear!) -- Out in the night the good rain goes, Kind as my Mother used to be. -- Oh, if in Heaven my Mother knows, God, send her back like rain to me! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VILLANELLE OF CHANGE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE LAND OF DREAMS by WILLIAM BLAKE THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) FIELD AMBULANCE IN RETREAT; VIA DOLOROSA, VIA SACRA by MAY SINCLAIR BLIND by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE NORTH SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |