It is not well <br />For me to dwell <br />On what upon that day befell, <br />On that dark day of fall befell; <br />When through the landscape, bowed and bent, <br />With Love and Death I slowly went, <br />And wild rain swept the firmament. <br /> <br />Ah, Love that sighed! <br />Ah, Joy that died! <br />And Heart that humbled all its pride; <br />In vain that humbled all its pride! <br />The roses ruin and rot away <br />Upon your grave where grasses sway, <br />And all is dim, and all is gray.<br /><br />Madison Julius Cawein<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/gray-skies-4/
