There Is A Quiet In My Heart Like One Who Rests From Days Of Pain. Outside, The Sparrows On The Roof Are Chirping In The Dripping Rain. Rain In My Heart; Rain On The Roof; And Memory Sleeps Beneath The Gray And Windless Sky And Brings No Dreams Of Any Well Remembered Day. I Would Not Have The Heavens Fair, Nor Golden Clouds, Nor Breezes Mild, But Days Like This, Until My Heart To Loss Of You Is Reconciled. I Would Not See You. Every Hope To Know You As You Were Has Ranged. I, Who Am Altered, Would Not Find The Face I Loved So Greatly Changed.