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(_Bournemouth_, 1875)
WE sat at the window looking out, / And the rain came down like silken strings / That Swithin's day. Each gutter and spout / Babbled unchecked in the busy way / Of witless things: / Nothing to read, nothing to see / Seemed in that room for her and me / On Swithin's day.
We were irked by the scene, by our own selves; yes, / For I did not know, nor did she infer / How much there was to read and guess / By her in me, and to see and crown / By me in her. / Wasted were two souls in their prime, / And great was the waste, that July time / When the rain came down.