(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...MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE CONTRACT by EMILY DICKINSON TO MAKE A PRAIRIE by EMILY DICKINSON RIDDLE ON THE LETTER H (1) by CATHERINE MARIA FANSHAWE PUCK AND THE FAIRY, FR. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE WINE AND CITRON by ABU ABD ALLAH |