As if to you there came knowledge of a future dark and bitter,
Troubling hidden, secret, soul-depths and the fibers of your being,
By my side along the pathway of the flowers across the pale plain,
You were walking,
And the full moon
Then up-swinging through the sweet sky’s serene azure shed upon us its white light;
And your shadow,
Graceful, languid,
And my shadow
From the moon’s pale light out-floating,