Sterling Brown - Rain lyrics

Outside the cold, cold night; the dripping rain.... The water gurgles loosely in the eaves, The savage lashes stripe the rattling pane And beat a tattoo on November leaves. The lamp wick gutters, and the last log steams Upon the ash-filled hearth. Chill grows the room. The ancient clock ticks creakily and seems A fitting portent of the gathering gloom. This is a night we planned. This place is where One day, we would be happy; where the light Should tint your shoulders and your wild flung hair.- Whence we would - oh, we planned a merry morrow - Recklessly part ways with the old hag, Sorrow.... Outside the dripping rain; the cold, cold night.