Like the touch of rain she was On a man's flesh and hair and eyes When the joy of walking thus Has taken him by surprise: With the love of the storm he burns, He sings, he laughs, well I know how, But forgets when he returns As I shall not forget her 'Go now'. Those two words shut a door Between me and the blessed rain That was never shut before And will not open again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AMORETTI: 34 by EDMUND SPENSER THE SHOEMAKERS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PRETTY REDHEAD by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE MY GARDEN by KATHARINE CANBY BALDERSTON THE VOLCANIC ISLAND by CLIFFORD BAX THE ANCIENTS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET |