Rain

Edward Thomas

1878 to 1917

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Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
Remembering again that I shall die
If love it be towards what is perfect and
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Has not dissolved except the love of death,
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon:
Solitary, listening to the rain,