They have gone now
And only I remain
And when they ask me why,
I will say:
because of the soft summer rain.
I like to hear the rain
playing on the grass
falling at my feet;
It reminds me of Before,
Of Summers when
the grass was green
the sky was gold
and bird-sings filled the air,
and everything was seized with Living....
How could I leave all that?
They are gone now,
And I alone remain
And when they ask me why,
I will say:
because of the soft summer rain.
