Water comes with the dawn br Finding my dryness yearning br Welcome clouds gather br Blanketing the cruel sun. br Better than night, this soft gloom br Tempers edges, soothes pain. br br Under its pall the word forlorn br Loses its fierce burning br Under its grey, the weather br Of the soul resolves in a dun br Nothingness, a quiet wide room, br A misty, dull and peaceful lane br To rest in till love comes again.