On Kingston Bridge

On kingston Bridge the starlight shone Through hurrying mists in shrouded glow; The boding night-wind made its moan, The mighty river crept below. ’T was All Souls’ night, and to and fro The quick and dead together walked, The quick and dead together talked, On Kingston Bridge. Two met who had not met for years; Once was their hate too deep for fears: One drew his rapier as he came, Upleapt his anger like a flame. With clash of mail he faced his foe, And bade him stand and meet him so. He felt a graveyard wind go by Cold, cold as was his enemy. A stony horror held him fast. The Dead looked with a ghastly stare, And sighed “I know thee not,” and passed Like to the mist, and left him there On Kingston Bridge. ’T was All Souls’ night, and to and fro The quick and dead together walked, The quick and dead together talked, On Kingston Bridge. Two met who had not met for years: With grief that was too deep for tears They parted last. He clasped her hand, and in her eyes He sought Love’s rapturous surprise. “Oh Sweet!” he cried, “hast thou come back To say thou lov’st thy lover still?” —Into the starlight, pale and cold, She gazed afar,—her hand was chill: “Dost thou remember how we kept Our ardent vigils?—how we kissed?— Take thou these kisses as of old!” An icy wind about him swept; “I know thee not,” she sighed, and passed Into the dim and shrouding mist On Kingston Bridge. ’T was All Souls’ night, and to and fro The quick and dead together walked, The quick and dead together talked, On Kingston Bridge.