Sorrow like a ceaseless rain
⁠Beats upon my heart..
People twist and scream in pain,-
Dawn will find them still again;
This has neither wax nor wane,
⁠Neither stop nor start.

People dress and go to town;
⁠I sit in my chair.
All my thoughts are slow and brown:
Standing up or sitting down
Little matters, or what gown
⁠Or what shoes I wear.