On The Doorstep

Lyrics

The rain imprinted the step's wet shine With target-circles that quivered and crossed As I was leaving this porch of mine; When from within there swelled and paused          A song's sweet note;    And back I turned, and thought,          "Here I'll abide." The step shines wet beneath the rain, Which prints its circles as heretofore; I watch them from the porch again, But no song-notes within the door          Now call to me    To shun the dripping lea          And forth I stride. Jan. 1914.