We will never walk again As we used to walk at night, Watching our shadows lengthen Under the gold street-light When the snow was new and white. We will never walk again Slowly, we two, In spring when the park is sweet With midnight and with dew, And the passers-by are few. I sit and think of it all, And the blue June twilight dies, Down in the clanging square A street-piano cries And stars come out in the skies.
- by Sara Teasdale (1884 - 1933), "Nightfall", appears in Flame and Shadow, first published 1920 [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Lori Laitman (b. 1955), "Nightfall", 1997-8, first performed 1998 [baritone or mezzo-soprano and piano], from Mystery, no. 1. [text verified 1 time]
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