Arthur Symons
The twilight came, grew deeper; now
The hour struck, minutes passed, and still
The passionate fervour of her vow
Ran in my heart's ear audible.
I had no doubt at all: I knew
That she would come, and I was then
Most certain, while the minutes flew:
Ah, how I scorned all other men!
Next moment! Ah! it was—was not!
I heard the stillness of the street.
Night came. The stars had not forgot.
The moonlight fell about my feet.