Listen how low the rain is singing there, More to itself than any other thing, For never leaf or blossom, now, will care What song of all her songs the rain will sing. For thus the summer world is sung asleep, Hearing the quiet rainfall on the ground, Fainter . . . and faint -- till slumbers grow too deep For listening any longer to this sound. Tomorrow I shall see, as I go by, How leaf and petal, delicately curled, Are drowned in sleep and lost to earth and sky, Where nothing is remembered from the world, But all things are forgotten that were plain -- Even this last-heard, drowsy sound of rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLIND BOY by COLLEY CIBBER SONG OF NATURE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON AN APPEAL TO CATS IN THE BUSINESS OF LOVE; SONG by THOMAS FLATMAN ON A GRAVE AT GRINDELWALD by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS SONNET: 78 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE GOD SAVE THE NATION! by THEODORE TILTON WALT WHITMAN by FRANCIS HOWARD WILLIAMS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 2. THE OTHER ONE COMES TO HER by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |