The Endless Lament

By John Gould Fletcher

Spring rain falls through the cherry blossom,

In long blue shafts

On grasses strewn with delicate stars.

The summer rain sifts through the drooping willow,

Shatters the courtyard

Leaving grey pools.

The autumn rain drives through the maples

Scarlet threads of sorrow,

Towards the snowy earth.

Would that the rains of all the winters

Might wash away my grief!