Their faces shone under some radiance

Of mingled moonlight and lamplight

That turned the empty kisses into meaning,

The island of such penny love

Into a costly country, the graves

That neighboured them to wells of warmth,

(And skeletons had sap). One minute

Their faces shone; the midnight rain

Hung pointed in the wind,

Before the moon shifted and the sap ran out,

She, in her cheap frock, saying some cheap thing,

And he replying,

Not knowing radiance came and passed.

The suicides parade again, now ripe for dying.