Sorrow like a ceaseless rain <br />Beats upon my heart. <br />People twist and scream in pain, -- <br />Dawn will find them still again; <br />This has neither wax nor wane, <br />Neither stop nor start. <br /> <br />People dress and go to town; <br />I sit in my chair. <br />All my thoughts are slow and brown: <br />Standing up or sitting down <br />Little matters, or what gown <br />Or what shoes I wear.<br /><br />Edna St Vincent Millay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sorrow-13/
