"June Rain"

June, 

And a new moon 

Flying the west, like a golden dove, 

Thro’ the clouds that swim, 

Wraithlike and dim, 

The sleeping amethyst sea above; 

The deep red rose 

Thro’ the dusk that glows, 

With tremulous petals wide outspread, 

And shakes perfume 

Thro’ the unlit room, 

Where Sorrow sits with drooping head; 

The pale soft kiss 

Of the clematis 

On the pane . . . Later, the rain; 

Musical, light, 

Thro’ the long, sweet night, 

The sorrow-hushing rain! 

Oh, heart that aches, 

And heart that breaks, 

And heart that is torn with wild regret, 

Take cheer again 

In thy bitter pain, 

There is hope for the sorriest hearted yet; 

While speaks the rain 

At the door and pane, 

And to passionate plaining murmurs,―“Hush!” 

While its soft notes sigh 

Like a lullaby 

“Hush thee, hush thee―hush―hush!”

"June Rain" as it appears in Ella Higginson's The Voice of April-Land and Other Poems (1903).