Anthology of Magazine Verse for 1921/Rain
RAIN
I never knew how words were vain
Until I strove to say
The thoughts that fell like the grey rain
Upon my heart today.
Until I strove to say
The thoughts that fell like the grey rain
Upon my heart today.
The April rain falls on the earth,
That waits a while for words,
And then becomes articulate
In buds and bees and birds.
That waits a while for words,
And then becomes articulate
In buds and bees and birds.
The thoughts that rain upon my heart
Bring nothing fair to birth;
Oh God, I kneel before the art,
Of this great lyrist, earth.
Bring nothing fair to birth;
Oh God, I kneel before the art,
Of this great lyrist, earth.
Contemporary VerseKenneth Slade Alling