It rains in my heart
as it rains on the city
What is this languor
which penetrates my heart?

Oh, soft sound of the rain
on the ground and on the roofs!
For a heart which is forlorn,
oh, the sound of the rain!

It weeps without reason
in this sickened heart
What! no treason?
This mourning is without reason.

It is indeed the worst torment
not to know why
without love and without hatred
my heart has such sorrow!

Paul Verlaine, 1874