Those Hidden Drops

My eyes were gathering over the vale, Where I saw a sky is dressed in rags And it has almost lost its azure flags. Those broken clouds, asudden, in a gale Have become pensive and looked weary And their fabricated face seemed dreary They've lost their pride and vanity, And gone astray from their sanity But a wind tearing them asunder And the rumbling sound of thunder I can hear over the brow of the hill As their lamentaion and the pale eyes fill Those hidden griefs as drops of rain To flow throu' the lashes of my pain