S. Cornish Watkins
Under grey skies we stood that night
We two, and saw below us there,
The city twinkling light on light,
Behind the long road glimmered bare.
Twixt shadowing hedges faint and white
And heavy hung the silent air.
Dimly I saw thy fair pale face
Uplifted like a slender flower
In some forgotten garden place
That at the solemn twilight hour
Through leaves that cross and interlace
Craves from the night her dewy dower.
And all my heart went out to thine
And the lips trembled as to show
The fire of love that might not shine
For through the glamour and the glow
I felt the clear eyes turn on mine
That knew not love and could not know.
Under grey skies I stand again
And far beneath me down the hill
Gas limps glimmer through the rain
As it was then, the night is chill
And no one know the secret pain
That holds a sad heart lonely still.
