The rain beat in our faces, <br />And shrill the wild airs grew; <br />The long-maned clouds in races <br />Coursed o'er heaven's windy blue. <br /> <br />The tortured trees were lashing <br />Each other in their wrath, <br />Their wet leaves wildly dashing <br />Across the forest path. <br /> <br />We did not heed the sweeping <br />Of storm-bewildered rain; <br />Our cheeks were wet with weeping, <br />Our hearts were wrung with pain. <br /> <br />For where the cross-roads sever, <br />Parting to East and West, <br />We bade good-bye for ever, <br />To what we each loved best.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cross-roads-5/
