Resentfully, I listen to the rain Washing away the scarlet of the year As midnight tears once washed away the clear Heart-image of my love. With similar pain, With similar cherishing of grief again, The rain upon the pointed roofs I hear; Derisive laughter ... a taunt, a jeer, Strums in the great drops leaping in the lane. But I have no will to stab the back of Time -- Not even strength to pull him backward by His snarly curls; nor would I, if I could; For that wild love is gone -- gone like a chime Housed in a ruined clock, gone like a cry The rain has smothered in its silver hood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I WANT TO LIVE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE DAY OF THE DEAD SOLDIERS; MARY 30, 1869 by EMMA LAZARUS |