IT rained all day the day she died, And yet she thought it sweet and fair; She said the sunlight kissed her hair, And then she slept, all satisfied. It rained all day; she woke again, And whispered that the sky was blue. Ah me! thank God she never knew How cold and dreary fell the rain. So like her life! It rained all day, And yet she thought it all was bright; She loved and toiled through day and night -- She never thought the skies were gray. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN THE UNDERWORLD by ISAAC ROSENBERG THE FLESH AND THE SPIRIT by ANNE BRADSTREET EBB by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY DAUGHTERS OF WAR by ISAAC ROSENBERG MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE BIRDS: THE WEDDING CHANT by ARISTOPHANES |