<b>To Those Without Pity</b> Cruel of heart, lay down my song. Your reading eyes have done me wrong. Not for you was the pen bitten, And the mind wr… - Edna St. Vincent Millay

I would I were alive again
To kiss the fingers of the rain,
To drink into my eyes the shine
Of every slanting silver line,
To catch the freshened, fragrant breeze
From drenched and dripping apple-trees.
For soon the shower will be done,
And then the broad face of the sun
Will laugh above the rain-soaked earth
Until the world with answering mirth
Shakes joyously, and each round drop
Rolls twinkling, from its grass-blade top.

11.

If it should rain — (the sneezy moon
Said: Rain) — then I shall hear it soon
From shingles into gutters fall...
And know of what concerns me, all:

The garden will be wet till noon — I may not walk — my temper leans
To myths and legends — through the beans
Till they are dried — lest I should spread
Diseases they have never had.

I hear the rain: it comes down straight.
Now I can sleep, I need not wait
To close the windows anywhere.

Tomorrow, it may be, I might
Do things to set the whole world right.
There's nothing I can do tonight.

Heart, have no pity on this house of bone:
Shake it with dancing, break it down with joy.