Outside I hear the dashing rain
Fall full against the window pane.
On such a day, the fire aglow,
An easy chair, a book or so,–
What more would I that fortune bring?
Yet hark! I hear a step–a ring–
And close to heart and hearth I fold
My friend, who guessed my wish untold.
For other joys I do not pray,
Content am I this rainy day.
Published in The Crisis. October 1916