The Rain as I Drift Asleep seems Sad to me

Tonite I seek to box my opponent in
With the day-joy that plays a melody
On the base line of black sadness.

But quickly like a shadow in a day-mirror
It trails along its black cape and
Drops fierce bulletins of dreary news.

All its droplets on the upper sides of
All the ceilings crackling afire as twigs'
Tiny vein-straws in their murmurous turning.

As a dropped plate on the kitchen floor
That earlier in the day pinged echos
About the still of my watching --
This is the crying shame of naked incandescence
Which is the beauty held by no one save its lover.