Poetry Tuesday: Under Grey Skies

In honor of the barely cloudy weather we had for a few hours in So Cal today. . .

By 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 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.

Under grey skies I stand again
And far beneath me, down the hill
The gas-lamps glimmer through the rain
As it was then, the night is chill
And no one knows the secret pain
That holds the sad heart lonely still.



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