A mad maid's song
F. Hart
The day had a sunless dawning,
The lark forgot to sing --
Is this the lark that creeps in the grass
With a trailing wounded wing?
My tears with the rain are mingled:
Of rain and tears I am fain,
For I and all the other flowers
Are sweetest after rain.
The day has a sunless ending;
The rain will never cease;
The other flowers, weary and wrecked,
Find sweetness in death's peace.