RAIN IN MY HEART
There is a quiet in my heart Like one who rests from days of pain.
Outside, the sparrows on the roof
Are chirping in the dripping rain.
Rain in my heart; rain on the roof;
And memory sleeps beneath the grey
And windless sky and brings no dreams
Of any well-remembered day.
I would not have the heavens fair,
Nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild,
But days like this, until my heart
To loss of you is reconciled.
I would not see you.
To know you as you were has ranged.
I, who am altered, would not find
The face I loved so greatly changed.