English poem
FROM ROMANCES SANS PAROLES.
TEARS in my heart that weeps, Like the rain upon the town, What drowsy languor steeps In tears my heart that weeps?
O sweet sound of the rain On earth and on the roofs! For a heart's weary pain O the song of the rain!
Vain tears, vain tears, my heart! What, none hath done thee wrong? Tears without reason start, From my disheartened heart.
This is the weariest woe, O heart, of love and hate Too weary, not to know Why thou hast all this woe.