The rain had fallen, the Poet arose, br He passed through the doorway into the street, br A strong wind lifted his hat from his head, br And he uttered some words that were far from sweet. br And then he started to follow the chase, br And put on a spurt that was wild and fleet, br It made the people pause in a crowd, br And lay odds as to which would beat. br br The street cad scoffed as he hunted the hat, br The errand-boy shouted hooray! br The scavenger stood with his broom in his hand, br And smiled in a very rude way; br And the clergyman thought, 'I have heard many words, br But never, until to-day, br Did I hear any words that were quite so bad br As I heard that young man say.