~jiwang~

 

 

There is a quiet in my heart

Like on who rests from days of pain.

Outside, the sparrows on the roof

Are chirping in the dripping rain.

Rain in my heart; rain on the roof;

And memory sleeps beneath the gray

And the windless sky and brings no dreams

Of any well remembered day.

I would not have the heavens fair,

Nor golden clouds, nor breezes mild,

But days like this, until my heart

To loss of you is reconciled.

I would not see you. Every hope

To know you as you were has ranged.

I, who am altered, would not find

The face I loved so greatly changed.

Edgar Lee Masters – Rain In My Heart