Stays

Come, love, the raindrops falling fast
Shall make a kind excuse for us
That we remain until they pass
In bed without a further fuss.
For when the weather rears its head
And cries out "no! you shall not go!"
Can they fault us, still in bed,
For listening to nature? No!
The rain therefore shall well excuse
Our longer lingering together;
Do not be coy, do not abuse
The kindness of this autumn weather
Which calls to us, and says "Be merry!"
Oh, let us listen, love, and tarry.