The rain is falling steadily Upon the thirsty earth, While dry-eyed, I remain, and calm Amid my own heart's dearth.
Break! break! ! ye flood-gates of my tears All pent in agony, Rain, rain! upon my scorching soul And flood it as the sea! !
The speaker watches rain falling on thirsty ground, but she feels cut off from that relief. She is dry-eyed and calm on the outside, yet inside she is empty and parched. The steady rain only sharpens the contrast between the earth being soothed and her own heart getting no release.
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