ON THE BRIDGE.

By 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.