(After Heine.)
The sad rain falls from Heaven,
A sad bird pipes and sings ;
I am sitting here at my window
And watching the spires of "King's."
O fairest of all fair places,
Sweetest of all sweet towns!
With the birds, and the greyness and greenness,
And the men in caps and gowns.
All they that dwell within thee,
To leave are ever loth,
For one man gets friends, and another
Gets honour, and one gets both.
The sad rain falls from Heaven;
My heart is great with woe—
I have neither a friend nor honour,
Yet I am sorry to go.
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Lovely, not familiar with her work but I enjoyed this especially the last stanza. I also have always found places to be most alluring.
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Whoa, I love this. It's a beautiful poem
Like J Rhys said it's amazing how the differences
in writing and wording change over years.
~ Katie
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Wow, another beautiful poem from her again, she had great rhyme and sadness to her work.
Pozo -
It never ceases to amaze me how the differences in writing and wording change over years, and yet still remain the same in their own little ways. This had such a sadness and also a bit of self realization to it.
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