Tears in my heart that weeps, Like the rain upon the town. What drowsy languor steeps In tears my heart that weeps? O sweet sound of the rain On earth and on the roofs! For a heart's weary pain O the song of the rain! Vain tears, vain tears, my heart! What, none hath done thee wrong? Tears without reason start From my disheartened heart. This is the weariest woe, O heart, of love and hate Too weary, not to know Why thou hast all this woe. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE STONE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE STORY OF THE END OF THE STORY by JAMES GALVIN BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MRS. CHARLES BLISS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IMPRESSIONS OF FRANCOIS-MARIE AROUET (DE VOLTAIRE) by EZRA POUND |