(A Reminiscence: 1893) SHE wore a new 'terra-cotta' dress, And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, Within the hansom's dry recess, Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless We sat on, snug and warm. Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain, And the glass that had screened our forms before Flew up, and out she sprang to her door: I should have kissed her if the rain Had lasted a minute more. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH DAT GAL O' MINE by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SURFACES AND MASKS; 7 by CLARENCE MAJOR HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE |