We will never walk again
As we used to walk at night,
Watching our shadows lengthen
Under the gold street-light
When the snow was new and white.
We will never walk again
Slowly, we two,
In spring when the park is sweet
With midnight and with dew,
And the passers-by are few.
I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June twilight dies, -
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
Nightfall
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: june, light, night, snow, spring, blue, sweet, white, park, gold, square, never, street, walk, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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