Destroyers and Other Verses/Thin Rain Drifts Across the Pavement

by Henry Head

 

Thin rain drifts across the pavement;Love confessedBurns, an intermittent fever,In my breast.Hours of joy bring nights of sorrow:I am very tired—to-morrowLet me rest.

Will the weariness and achingNever cease?Shall I never from my hungerGain release?Grant to-night I may be taken,Sleep and nevermore awaken,Sleep in peace.

Paris, February, 1856.