Thomas Hardy - A Thunderstorm in Town lyrics

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