Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling, <br />Where my dark lover lies. <br />Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling, <br />At grey moonrise. <br /> <br />Love, hear thou <br />How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling, <br />Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling, <br />Then as now. <br /> <br />Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold <br />As his sad heart has lain <br />Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould <br />And muttering rain.<br /><br />James Joyce<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-weeps-over-rahoon/
