Still falls the Rain —Dark as the world of man, black as our loss —Blind as the nineteen hundred and forty nailsUpon the Cross. Street Songs (1942)
Still falls the RainAt the feet of the Starved Man hung upon the Cross.Christ that each day, each night, nails there, have mercy on us. Street Songs (1942)
Still falls the Blood from the Starved Man's wounded Side:He bears in His Heart all wounds, — those of the light that died,The last faint sparkIn the self-murdered heart, the wounds of the sad uncomprehending dark. Street Songs (1942)