Despair is in the suns that shine, <br />And in the rains that fall, <br />This sad forsaken soul of mine <br />Is weary of them all. <br /> <br />They fall and shine on alien streets <br />From those I love and know. <br />I cannot hear amid the heats <br />The North Sea's freshening flow <br /> <br />The people hurry up and down, <br />Like ghosts that cannot lie; <br />And wandering through the phantom town <br />The weariest ghost am I.<br /><br />Robert Fuller Murray<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-time-of-sorrow/
