Still falls the Rain--- <br />Dark as the world of man, black as our loss--- <br />Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails <br />Upon the Cross. <br /> <br />Still falls the Rain <br />With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat <br />In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet <br /> <br />On the Tomb: <br /> Still falls the Rain <br /> <br />In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain <br />Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain. <br /> <br />Still falls the Rain <br />At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross. <br />Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us--- <br />On Dives and on Lazarus: <br />Under the Rain the sore and the gold are as one. <br /> <br />Still falls the Rain--- <br />Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side: <br />He bears in His Heart all wounds,---those of the light that died, <br />The last faint spark <br />In the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark, <br />The wounds of the baited bear--- <br />The blind and weeping bear whom the keepers beat <br />On his helpless flesh... the tears of the hunted hare. <br /> <br />Still falls the Rain--- <br />Then--- O Ile leape up to my God: who pulles me doune--- <br />See, see where Christ's blood streames in the firmament: <br />It flows from the Brow we nailed upon the tree <br /> <br />Deep to the dying, to the thirsting heart <br />That holds the fires of the world,---dark-smirched with pain <br />As Caesar's laurel crown. <br /> <br />Then sounds the voice of One who like the heart of man <br />Was once a child who among beasts has lain--- <br />"Still do I love, still shed my innocent light, my Blood, for thee."<br /><br />Dame Edith Louisa Sitwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/still-falls-the-rain/
