Side by side through the streets at midnight,
Roaming together,
Through the tumultuous night of London,
In the miraculous April weather.
Roaming together under the gaslight,
Day's work over,
How the Spring calls to us, here in the city,
Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover!
Cool to the wind blows, fresh in our faces,
Cleansing, entrancing,
After the heat and the fumes and the footlights,
Where you dance and I watch your dancing.
Good it is to be here together,
Good to be roaming,
Even in London, even at midnight,
Lover-like in a lover's gloaming.
You the dancer and I the dreamer,
Children together,
Wandering lost in the night of London,
In the miraculous April weather.
Amazing flight of imagery that narrates the beautiful climate in London during april at midnight. In a way it is a great tribute paid by the poet to april and spring through this lovely poem. Thanks for sharing.
How the Spring calls to us, here in the city, Calls to the heart from the heart of a lover! Winter for its marvels, cant quite compete with a nice stroll in the evening when life's coming back to life. A good poem for April.
Having never been to London, I can't imagine how the April weather there is miraculous, but an intriguing poem nevertheless.
Under the gaslight With the muse of life. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Just love this poem…Great imagery… I am there with them in the cool dark.