Classic Poem

All night long I heard the rain
Calling me—
Wake and weary, worn with pain,
All night long I heard the rain
Sobbing to the same refrain
Endlessly.

And when I could bear no more,
When the call
Grew into a frenzied roar,
I arose, and blindly swore
I would end it—have it o'er
Once for all …

In the streets I woke from swoon
Suddenly;
For the rain had changed its tune
To a simple, soothing croon—
And a kindly mother-moon
Smiled on me.

And into the night, my mad
Thoughts were hurled.
Like a child that has been bad;
Somewhat shamed and somewhat sad
Back I crept, at peace and glad
With the world.