Like the touch of rain, she was

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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.