I
While rain, with eve in partnership,
Descended darkly, drip, drip, drip,
Beyond the last lone lamp I passed
____Walking slowly, whispering sadly,
____Two linked loiterers, wan, downcast:
Some heavy thought constrained each face,
And blinded them to time and place.
II
The pair seemed lovers, yet absorbed
In mental scenes no longer orbed
By love's young rays. Each countenance
____As if slowly, as if sadly
____Caught the lamplight's yellow glance,
Held in suspense a misery
At things which had been or might be.
III
When I retrod that watery way
Some hours beyond the droop of day,
Still I found pacing there the twain
____Just as slowly, just as sadly,
____Heedless of the night and rain.
One could but wonder who they were
And what wild woe detained them there.
IV
Though thirty years of blur and blot
Have slid since I beheld that spot,
And saw in curious converse there
____Moving slowly, moving sadly
____That mysterious tragic pair,
Its olden look may linger on -
All but the couple; they have gone.
V
Whither? Who knows, indeed ... And yet
To me, when nights are weird and wet,
Without those comrades there at tryst
____Creeping slowly, creeping sadly,
____That lone lane does not exist.
There they seem brooding on their pain,
And will, while such a lane remain.
Source: The Complete Poems
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