Chapter V

It rained, the wet poured from the leaves;
They by the churchyard; entered in
And sheltered underneath the eaves—
So sweetly close; yet firm her chin.

Her warmth, her fragrance, thrilled his blood;
And she—half frightened and half kind—
Whispered the warning words “be good,”
But left his venturous arm entwined.

When the shower stopped his hopes sank low,
Farewell kind walls and darkling spire!
They walked forlornly down Church Row;
Her eyes grown big; his lips on fire.

Down Frognal Lane to Fortune Green—
There parted, by a watery moon.
His heart went throbbing “Might have been,”
But hers a-trembling “Not too soon.”