(3 March 1878 - 9 April 1917 / London / England)

Like The Touch Of Rain

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.

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A huge and a sweety one Loved a lot😘😙😘
I LOVE THIS POEM VERY MUCH .
AGHHHHHHH! loved this... the tone, and visual, everything- love.
ITS EVER DAY BROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
A poignant poem, yet so nice to read...thanks,
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