The Meeting
When I saw you, you went to my head, You were like wine to my brain, I walked in London through the rain, To see a man who had been ten years dead.
For pleasure I forgot the years, Old time, old death, old tears.
Anna Wickham
When I saw you, you went to my head, You were like wine to my brain, I walked in London through the rain, To see a man who had been ten years dead.
For pleasure I forgot the years, Old time, old death, old tears.
A speaker sees someone and the effect is dizzying, like wine going straight to her head. That pull is so strong that she walks through rainy London to meet a man who has been dead for ten years.
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