But I’ll love him more, more
Than e’er wife loved before,
Be the day dark or bright.
Jean Ingelow
RAIN, RAIN!
Rain, rain,—fall, fall,
In a heavy screen—
That my lover be not seen!
Wind, wind,—blow, blow,
Till the leaves are stirred—
But I’ll love him more, more
Than e’er wife loved before,
Be the day dark or bright.
Jean Ingelow
Rain, rain,—fall, fall,
In a heavy screen—
That my lover be not seen!
Wind, wind,—blow, blow,
Till the leaves are stirred—