ONE stormy morn I chanced to meet A lassie in the town; Her locks were like the ripened wheat, Her laughing eyes were brown. I watched her, as she tripped along, Till madness filled my brain, And then -- and then -- I knew't was wrong -- I kissed her in the rain. With rain-drops shining on her cheek, Like dew-drops on a rose, The little lassie strove to speak, My boldness to oppose; She strove in vain, and, quivering, Her finger stole in mine; And then the birds began to sing, The sun began to shine. Oh, let the clouds grow dark above, My heart is light below; 'Tis always summer when we love, However winds may blow; And I'm as proud as any prince, All honors I disdain; She says I am her rain-beau since I kissed her in the rain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUTH OF NATURE: WORDSWORTH'S COUNTRY by MATTHEW ARNOLD ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT THE STAR-SPANGLED BANNER by FRANCIS SCOTT KEY FANCY, FR. THE MERCHANT OF VENICE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SHADED WATER by WILLIAM GILMORE SIMMS TO A PRESIDENT by WALT WHITMAN THE RWOSE IN THE DARK by WILLIAM BARNES |