Tears rein in my heart
As it rains on the town,
what languorous smart
Now harrows my heart?
O the lilt of the rain
On green earth and grey roofs,
For a heart bored and vain,
O the lilt of the rain!
Tears reign without reason,
Striking this stricken heart.
What? No semblance of treason,
Yet grief without reason!
What more sorrowful fate
Than not quite knowing why,
Shorn of love and of hate,
Grief and woe are my fate!
Verlaine
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