Come in out of the rain thou sayest — But thou ne'er step'st aside; And I am trapp'd, I'm trapp'd A distance there is... None, save me and the bodkin — Pitter-patter on the roof: Behold! — 'tis not the rain; Thence me it hath to be — I will not drink thy vintage wine, my dear; Thou hast heed'd that I am of innocence Yet thou let'st thy lass into...Learn More