She wore a 'terra-cotta' dress, br And we stayed, because of the pelting storm, br Within the hansom's dry recess, br Though the horse had stopped; yea, motionless br We sat on, snug and warm. br br Then the downpour ceased, to my sharp sad pain, br And the glass that had screened our forms before br Flew up, and out she sprang to her door: br I should have kissed her if the rain br Had lasted a minute more.