Dark was the day when love left me,
savage the sky hung above.
Rain dimmed my eyes like cold teardrops,
tears I withheld from your sport.
Wild was your hair in the west wind,
Bitter your gaze like the storm.
Swift steps away down the platform,
A glance you gave and then laughed.
Off in the storm went my longings,
Given to him and his love.
Love! Once only I knew it
when skies were so still and so calm.
But thunder seduced you, and you ran to the storm.
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