Till they make a level landscape,
Toneless, dull, and very rainy—
And an open grave—I saw it.
Through the rain I heard the falling
Of the tears the heart sheds inly.
Oh, I saw it! I remember
Leafless branches, dripping, dripping,
Through a chill not born of Autumn.
To that grave tends all my dreaming—
Oh, I saw it, I remember ...