tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18223824.post-1130164086869016652005-10-24T07:27:00.001-07:002005-10-24T07:28:06.920-07:00Rain on Rahoon falls softly, softly falling,<br />Where my dark lover lies.<br />Sad is his voice that calls me, sadly calling,<br />At grey moonrise.<br /><br />Love, hear thou<br />How soft, how sad his voice is ever calling,<br />Ever unanswered, and the dark rain falling,<br />Then as now.<br /><br />Dark too our hearts, O love, shall lie and cold<br />As his sad heart has lain<br />Under the moongrey nettles, the black mould<br />And muttering rain.Paolo Scaliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03148814896496668028noreply@blogger.com