THE RINK.
Respectfully Dedicated to the Author of "The Bridge."
I SAT in the Rink at midday;
The clocks were striking the hour,
But you would not have known, for the April sun
Was quenched in a copious shower.
I saw the raindrops falling
In puddles in the street,
And I envied the throng that was passing along
With wet, but unrollered feet.