I HEARD a sound of crying in the lane, <br />A passionless, low crying, <br />And I said, 'It is the tears of the brown rain <br />On the leaves within the lane!' <br /> <br />I heard a sudden sighing at the door, <br />A soft, persuasive sighing, <br />And I said, 'The summer breeze has sighed before, <br />Gustily, outside the door!' <br /> <br />Yet from the place I fled, nor came again, <br />With my heart beating, beating! <br />For I knew 'twas not the breeze nor the brown rain <br />At the door and in the lane!<br /><br />Isabel Ecclestone Mackay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fear-350/