Night Rain

a poem written by Bruce Lee.

 

I sit through the long night

In the high tower,

And listen to the autumn rain

Outside my window.

 

There is no sound of human life,

Save now and then

A belated traveler hastening by.

Through the dark heaven,

 

A wild goose wings his lonely flight.

In the chill gloom

A cricket calls

The water drips mournfully

 

From the t’ung trees;

And the blossoms

Flutter sadly

To the rain-soaked earth.

 

Sadness broods

Over the world.

I fear to walk in my garden,

Lest I see

A pair of butterflies

Disporting in the sun

Among the flowers.

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