Classic Poem

To-day the streets are dull and dreary,
Heavily, slowly the Rain is falling,
I hear around me, and am weary,
The people murmuring and calling;
The gloomy room is full of faces,
Firelight shadows are on the floor,
And the deep Wind cometh from country places,
And the Rain hath a voice I would hear no more.
Ah! weary days of windy weather!
And will the Rain cease never, never!
A summer past we sat together,
In that lost life that lives for ever!

Ah! sad and slow the Rain is falling, —
And singing on seems sad without him.
Ah! wearily the Wind is calling!
Would that mine arms were round about him!
For the world rolls on with air and ocean
Wetly and windily round and round,
And sleeping he feeleth the sad still motion,
And dreameth of me , though his sleep be sound!
Ah! weary days of windy weather!
And will the Rain cease never, never!
A summer past we sat together,
In that lost life that lives for ever!

I sing, because my heart is aching,
With hollow sounds around me ringing:
Ah! nevermore shall he awaking
Yearn to the Singer and the Singing!
Yet sleep, my father, calm and breathless,
And if thou dreamest, dream on in joy!
While over thy grave walks Love the deathless,
Stir in the darkness, and bless thy boy!
Ah! weary days of windy weather!
And will the Rain cease never, never!
A summer past we sat together,
In that lost life that lives for ever!