The Great War

from War Daubs: Poems, an electronic edition

Rain

I

Ah ! when it rains all day

And the sky is a mist

That creeps by chillily

Where sun once kissed,

Like death pale shroud,

My soul cries out aloud

In hopeless misery.

II

I cannot read nor write

A line for gloom,

My life lags, drenched of light

To cheer its tomb ;

Chill and wet,

Comfortless I fret

In hopeless night!

III

And naught to hear but rain

Battering the ground !

O numbing pain !

O maddening sound!

Drowned in sky

Trees drip, drip, and sigh

And drip, drip again.