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A Thunderstorm In Town Post by :Ankesh_Kothari Category :Poems Author :Thomas Hardy Date :December 2010 Read :2695

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A Thunderstorm In Town

(A Reminiscence)


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.

(The end)
Thomas Hardy's poem: Thunderstorm In Town

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