Sara Teasdale — Nightfall

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