Author John Banister Tabb Ye heavens so cold and clear Above me weeping here, Where every blossom sheds a tear My grief to see; No wonder, free from stain, Untroubled ye remain; The vapors gendering the rain Are all with me! Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments