Edna St. Vincent Millay - Sorrow lyrics

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