Day 3. Arundel Tomb by Philip Larkin. (please find on internet - too long to type).
Day 4. A Thunderstorm in Town, by Thomas Hardy.
She wore a new ‘terracotta’ dress.
And we stayed, because of the pelleting storm,
Within the handsome's dry recess.
Though the horse had stamped; yea motionless
We sat on, snug and warm.
Then the downpour ceased, to ease my sharp sad pain;
And the glass that had screened our forms before
Flew in and out she sprang to her door;
I should have kissed her if the rain
Had lasted another minute more.
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