The Great War

from More Songs By the Fighting Men, an electronic edition

Rain

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.

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!

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!

France, 1917.