The yellow book: an illustrated quarterly (7.1895)

Under Grey Skies
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.

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