AFTERNOON IN THE HOSPITAL

A light and drizzling rain descends
And softly falls upon the plains;
And with it comes the pang that rends;
            It rains...

And, since alone in the spacious room
Sick and in bed I vigil keep,
To daunt the fears that round me loom
          I sleep.

But near me still the steady shower
Its light but weary drip maintains;
I waken up; for fright I cower;
          It rains...

Then, dead with terror that appals,
Before the vast expanse I shrink,
And, while the weary water falls,
          I think.