in the rain.
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And the warm light faded out of her eyes,
While she paced, and gazed on the restless skies,
While she tried to keep her wild heart asleep,
Waiting alone in the rain.
While she paced, and gazed on the restless skies,
While she tried to keep her wild heart asleep,
Waiting alone in the rain.
It streamed and poured from the shelving bank,
It sprinkled mire on the sedges rank;
It beat on the springing grain.
"Come home!" called the horn from behind the hill:
She heard, but she lingered and listened still,
Still, gazing back down the iron track,
Waited alone in the rain.
It sprinkled mire on the sedges rank;
It beat on the springing grain.
"Come home!" called the horn from behind the hill:
She heard, but she lingered and listened still,
Still, gazing back down the iron track,
Waited alone in the rain.
The hours dragged by; it was dark and late;
The cars rushed on with their throbbing freight,
Screaming a laugh at her pain.
But the west uncurtained a wide, clear space,
And the sunset lighted a laggard face,
And the wild, wet day stole in smiles away,
While two hurried home in the rain.
The cars rushed on with their throbbing freight,
Screaming a laugh at her pain.
But the west uncurtained a wide, clear space,
And the sunset lighted a laggard face,
And the wild, wet day stole in smiles away,
While two hurried home in the rain.
