Rain
Edward Thomas
1878 to 1917
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Has not dissolved except the love of death,
But here I pray that none whom once I loved
Like me who have no love which this wild rain
Cannot, the tempest tells me, disappoint.
Remembering again that I shall die
Rain, midnight rain, nothing but the wild rain
And neither hear the rain nor give it thanks
Either in pain or thus in sympathy
On this bleak hut, and solitude, and me
If love it be towards what is perfect and
For washing me cleaner than I have been
Since I was born into this solitude.
Solitary, listening to the rain,
Helpless among the living and the dead,
Is dying tonight or lying still awake
Like a cold water among broken reeds,
Myriads of broken reeds all still and stiff,
Blessed are the dead that the rain rains upon: