midnight
The February streets , wind-washed by night , blow full of strange half-intermittent damps , bearing on wasted walks in shining sight wet snow plashed into gleams under the lamps , like golden oil from some divine machine , in an hour of thaw and stars . Strange damps -- full of the eyes of many men , crowded with life borne in upon a lull ... . Oh , I was young , for I could turn again to you , most finite and most beautiful , and taste the stuff of half-remembered dreams , sweet and new on your mouth . ... There was a tanging in the midnight air -- silence was dead and sound not yet awoken -- Life cracked like ice ! -- one brilliant note and there , radiant and pale , you stood ... and spring had broken . -LRB- The icicles were short upon the roofs and the changeling city swooned . -RRB- Our thoughts were frosty mist along the eaves ; our two ghosts kissed , high on the long , mazed wires -- eerie half-laughter echoes here and leaves only a fatuous sigh for young desires ; regret has followed after things she loved , leaving the great husk .