Soft rain beats upon my windows <br />Hardly hammering <br />But by the great gusts guessed further off <br />Up by the bare moor and brambly headland <br />Heaven and earth make war <br /> <br />That savage toss of the pine boughs past music <br />And that roar of the elms… <br />Here come, in the candle light, soft reminder <br />Of poetry's truth, while rain beats as softly here <br />As sleep, or shelter of farms<br /><br />Ivor Gurney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soft-rain-beats-upon-my-windows/
