AFTER PAUL VERLAINE

Tears fall within mine heart,

As rain upon the town:

Whence does this languor start,

Possessing all mine heart?

O sweet fall of the rain

Upon the earth and roofs!

Unto an heart in pain,

O music of the rain!

Tears that have no reason

Fall in my sorry heart:

What! there was no treason?

This grief hath no reason.

Nay! the more desolate,

Because, I know not why,

( Neither for love nor hate )

Mine heart is desolate.