RAIN AND MOONLIGHT
The summer night will soon pale into
morning;
As yet no trace of light invades the skies.
Only the rain’s small voice before the dawning
That at my open window sighs.
Though bed was sought to ease life’s long
chastising
By one who longs for sleep when earth
confines,
I seem to feel a lighter joy arising
Because the moon so brightly shines.
Oh restlessness on days when sun is
hateful,
Oh roads on which one suffers dust’s fierce
bite,
Who after lethargy and fear would not feel grateful
At such a perfect light?
All that I have withheld while life was
calling,
A yearning without form and without name,
Has now turned into warm rain that is
falling
Outside a silver pane.
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