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