Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))

A Thunderstorm in Town

She wore a '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. 

1. Paying Calls
2. I Found Her Out There
3. The Opportunity
4. Genitrix Laesa
5. The Dead Bastard

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