Sorrow like a ceaseless rain br Beats upon my heart. br People twist and scream in pain,— br Dawn will find them still again; br This has neither wax nor wane, br Neither stop nor start. br br People dress and go to town; br I sit in my chair. br All my thoughts are slow and brown: br Standing up or sitting down br Little matters, or what gown br Or what shoes I wear.br br Edna St.