The gaslight in it shone like poisonous green.
And now she rose. He had not touched his glass;
A great coin lit the table. She went out;
He automatically followed her.
The crimson curtain round the door fell to,
Once more the cold draught shivered through the heat,
But no one cursed. Through me a shiver ran.
I did not choose a partner—suddenly
I knew them: it was Syphilis and Death.