![]() ![]() Still falls the Rain At the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross. Still falls the Rain With a sound like the pulse of the heart that is changed to the hammer-beat In the Potter's Field, and the sound of the impious feet On the Tomb: Still falls the Rain In the Field of Blood where the small hopes breed and the human brain Nurtures its greed, that worm with the brow of Cain. Still falls the Rain- Dark as the world of man, black as our loss- Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nails Upon the Cross.
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