III

Rain at Night

A Fragment
Like a dull ache the weather wakes
The old nocturnal spell;
The boy lying in bed
The wind knocking the wall
And the rain on the roof of the shed.

Calls back the dead who calendar my grief
Each with his sheaf of memories;
The man who was always grumpy,
Walked with a stick, kept a dog,
Died of a stroke on a dull day.

Lyster Paul