"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 th
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 peril -
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