They have not wept for him, whom he has loved,

Nor sung his obsequies; the rain

Mates with the sun;

There is no pain.


He is of yesterday, they of the day, the hour

Yet indivisible from the eternal morrow,

Part of blossom & burgeoning, proliferous:

There is no sorrow.


And but one shadow less along the lane,

One less hand to touch a trembling leaf;

The rain mates with the sun,

There is no grief.

'The rain mates with the sun'

Other work by Namur King








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