| A Thunderstorm in Town... Thomas Hardy... |
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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. |
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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. |
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