WE will never walk again <br />As we used to walk at night, <br />Watching our shadows lengthen <br />Under the gold street-light <br />When the snow was new and white. <br />We will never walk again <br />Slowly, we two, <br />In spring when the park is sweet <br />With midnight and with dew, <br />And the passers-by are few. <br />I sit and think of it all, <br />And the blue June twilight dies,— <br />Down in the clanging square <br />A street-piano cries <br />And stars come out in the skies.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nightfall-18/
