HOLLES STREET

Through the air,

Everywhere, the rain is falling;

Brawling on house and tree:

On every place that you can see

The rain drops go;

The roofs are wet, the walls, the ground below.

Midnight has come;

Now all the people stretch them blind and dumb

Each in a bed

Save I, who sit and listen overhead

Unto the rain

Splashing upon the roof and window-pane.

Midnight! and I

Can get no sleep, nor can the sky.