Those hidden drops

Those hidden drops


My eyes were gathering over the vale,
Where I saw a sky is dressed in rags
And it has almost lost its azure flags
Those broken clouds, asudden, in a gale,
Have become pensive and looked weary
And their fabricated face seemed dreary
They've lost their pride and vanity,
When gone astray from their sanity
But a strange wind tearing them asunder
And that wild rumbling sound of thunder
I can hear over the brow of the hill
As their lamentaion, but my pale eyes fill
Those hidden griefs as drops of rain
To flow throu' the lashes as my pain