Classic Poem

There is no sound within the cottage now,
But my pen and the sound of long rain
Heavy and musical, I must think again
To find so sweet a noise, and cannot anyhow.

The soothingness and deep-toned tinkle, soft
Happenings of night, in pain there's nothing better
Save tobacco, or long most-looked-for letter . . .
The different roof-sounds—house, shed, loft and scullery.