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.