Contents -BIBLIOGRAPHIC RECORD

Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Little Pagan Rain Song

Frances Shaw

IN the dark and peace of my final bed,

The wet grass waving above my head,

At rest from love, at rest from pain,

I lie and listen to the rain.

Falling, softly falling,

Song of my soul that is free;

Song of my soul that has not forgot

The sleeping body of me.

When quiet and calm and straight I lie,

High in the air my soul rides by:

Shall I await thee, soul, in vain?

Hark to the answer in the rain.

Falling, softly falling,

Song of my soul that is free;

Song of my soul that will not forget

The sleeping body of me.