Autumn Rain

The plane leaves                     Fall black and wet                   On the lawn; 

The cloud sheaves                    In heaven's fields set                Droop and are drawn   

In falling seeds of rain;              The seed of heaven                  on my face 

Falling--- I hear again                 like echoes even                    that softly face  

Heaven's muffled floor,              The winds that tread                 out all the grain

Of tears, the store                    Harvested                          In the sheaves of pain 

Caught up aloft:                     The sheaves of dead                  Men that are slain                    

Now winnowed Soft                 on the floor of heaven;              manna invisible 

Of all the pain                       Here to us given;                     Finely divisible                      Falling as rain ....