The Bitter Rain Poem by Maurice Harris

What was once glorious, may be, no longer;
Strength seemed departed, but now I am stronger-
The bitter rain did drown the most beauteous flower,
The amorous wonderment did cease-that very hour!

Regret? Ne'er, though sikerly erudition I did gleen;
A glory has left thee, ne'er again to be seen-
Our's is not to wonder why, yet I do, even still-
Though not shall I allow try, my heart's tormented shrill!

Nothing may unburden, nor surely serve to recompense
What I now must bear, thanking your malicious pretense-
Ne'er to be the same as was, inexoribly altered thence;
There can be no mitigation for your acts, nor any defense-
As has been elucidated at many times and in many a way,
Dissembling is fastly-fleeting, yet verity shall ne'er be made stray!