Soft Rain

Soft rain beats upon my windows

Hardly harming.

But by the great gusts guessed further off

Up by the bare moor and brambly headland

Heaven and earth make war.

That savage toss of the pine boughs past music

And the roar of the elms...

Here come, in the candle light, soft reminder

Of poetry's truth, while rain beats softly here

As sleep, or shelter of farms.