Rain, and the night, and the old familiar door, <br />And the archway dim, and the roadway desolate; <br />Faces that pass, and faces, and more, yet more: <br />Renée! come, for I wait. <br /> <br />Pallid out of the darkness, adorably white, <br />Pale as the spirit of rain, with the night in her hair, <br />Renée undulates, shadow-like, under the light, <br />Into the outer air. <br /> <br />Mournful, beautiful, calm with that vague unrest, <br />Sad with that sensitive, vaguely ironical mouth; <br />Eyes that flame with the loveliest, deadliest <br />Fire of her passionate youth; <br /> <br />Mournful, beautiful, sister of night and rain, <br />Elemental, fashioned of tears and fire, <br />Ever desiring, ever desired in vain, <br />Mother of vain desire; <br /> <br />Renée comes to me, she the sorceress, Fate, <br />Subtly insensible, softly invincible, she: <br />Renée, who waits for another, for whom I wait, <br />To linger a moment with me.<br /><br />Arthur Symons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ren-e/
