The Face in the Rain

O form! O face!
Elfin face in the crowd!
Form, face, white throat,
Pale throat wound with a scarf
Poppy red,
Blood-like, red,
Pale throat wound with a poppy scarf
Gleaming out of the crowd.

   Background of grey,
   A rain-wet street;
   Shuffling, shambling
   Beating feet,
   Past the corner where four ways meet.

O face, O throat!
Crimson and white
Splashed on grey:
I have thought of nothing else all day.

   Misted streets,
   A scarf-wound throat,
   Fay-like face
   That seemed to float
   Through the crowd
   Like a wisp of song:
   I have thought of them all day long.