Эдгар Ли Мастерс (Edgar Lee Masters)

Rain in My Heart

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.

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