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By S. Cornish Watkins

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 shadowy hedges, faint and white,
 * And heavy hung the silent air.

Dimly I saw the 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 turned on mine,
 * That knew not love, and could not know.

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