Sara Teasdale, comp. (1884–1933).
The Answering Voice: One Hundred Love Lyrics by Women. 1917.
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That gave us shelter from the sudden rain,—
Two vagrant sparrows on a dripping branch,
Waiting a moment to spread wing again?
Barefoot and joyous, splashing at their will;
The rain washed green that dusty sycamore
And straws swirled wildly down the gutter’s rill.
We leaned out laughing, shaking free our hair
Of dewy drops, while still the clouds poured down
A freshness that made heavenly the air.
The Rainbow like a miracle appear,
And you said, whispering, “Oh, kiss me once
Before it fades!”—“Kiss me then quickly, Dear!”
Oblivious of all the rain and wet.
To-day I saw a rainbow after rain….
My heart remembered then—does yours forget?