And the sweet rain-drops on the
Panes
And tapping of the trains of
Rains
How sweet when day declines
Yet more
How sweeter if rains roar!
And
Thought in moments here
Down-sized and meek
Yet incisiveness not the less!
And the sweet rain-drops on the
Panes
And tapping of the trains of
Rains
How sweet when day declines
Yet more
How sweeter if rains roar!
I saw Blue Thunder roar in to that sweet decline!
And Lighting too was Blue and softly trembled.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem