In The Rain (e. e. cummings)

in the rain-  
darkness,     the sunset  
being sheathed i sit and  
think of you  
  
the holy  
city which is your face  
your little cheeks the streets  
of smiles  
  
your eyes half-  
thrush  
half-angel and your drowsy  
lips where float flowers of kiss  
  
and  
there is the sweet shy pirouette  
your hair  
and then  
  
your dancesong  
soul.     rarely-beloved  
a single star is  
uttered,and i  
  
think  
       of you