  A MYSTERY puzzled and vexed me, Unsolvable, strange and deep. Perplexed and worn out in spirit It followed me into my sleep. Then with eyes that were heavy with dreaming I drifted from darkness to dawn. For the raindrops scattered my shadows With numbers of broken song. I thought of the heavy mystery That troubled me yesterday, It seemed I never could solve it Or drive it completely away. And I thought of the thousands of moments When each, to oneself stands alone, Thrown back on oneself for the answer The answer that never comes home. As I pondered each sad broken number The raindrops made on the pane, The shine came to me, came in bundles, For I heard the song in the rain. Grief being seldom is great. I have no quarrel with mystery I have no quarrel with fate. |
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