Night, dim night, and it rains, my love, it rains, <br />(Art thou dreaming of me, I wonder) <br />The trees are sad, and the wind complains, <br />Outside the rolling of the thunder, <br />And the beat against the panes. <br /> <br />Heart, my heart, thou art mournful in the rain, <br />(Are thy redolent lips a-quiver?) <br />My soul seeks thine, doth it seek in vain? <br />My love goes surging like a river, <br />Shall its tide bear naught save pain?<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-dim-night/
