And O for a touch of vanished frost,
Or the sound of some hail and sleet!
THE LAY OF THE DRENCHED ONE.
(Time, 11.45 P.M.)
PELT, pelt, pelt,
On the cold wet earth, thou Rain!
While my tongue is about to utter
The anger that swells in my brain.
Oh, well for the waterproof'd gent,