A sweet, what a sweet dream it was
Wherein thou kissed me just like in the past
Among the cynical; yet boyishly handsome rain
A miracle was happening over and over again.

And I didst curse, curse the perilous morning
That rolled in with its chilliest epithet!
Within there hearts it is but dark and unbecoming,
the worst tears human minds shalt ever shed.

But how it kept coming, tumbling down-
onto my screeching night and dawn.
Now finally all have dwindled away,
and back I am; on this sunny, lonely day.