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1865–1945

ON THE BRIDGE.

Arthur Symons

MIDNIGHT falls across hollow gulfs of night As a stone that falls in a sounding well; Under us the Seine flows through dark and light, While the beat of time — hark!— is audible.

Lights on bank and bridge glitter gold and red, Lights upon the stream glitter red and white; Under us the night, and the night overhead. We together, we alone together in the night.

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