MELANCHOLY RAIN

MELANCHOLY RAIN

When e'er my heart's been shattered
Bitter pieces of a broken dream.
And my love floats foetid
Dead fish in pollutted stream.

Mine eyes reflect a soul
In which there's no surcease...
From the creeping susurrus
Of a deep, encompassing grief

My face bespeaks a countenance
Chisled like a brazen fist!
How fleeting is joy.
As tenuous as ephemeral mist.

A mourning dove coos a sad refrain,
A song of sorrow without a name.
A haunting melody doth remain;
The rain, the rain, melancholy rain.