THEY stood on the bridge at midnight, In a park not far from the town; They stood on the bridge at midnight, Because they didn't sit down. The moon rose o'er the city, Behind the dark church spire; The moon rose o'er the city And kept on rising higher. How often, oh, how often! They whispered words so soft; How often, oh, how often; How often, oh, how oft! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BLUE AND THE GRAY by FRANCIS MILES FINCH THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY LOVE'S CHANGE by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH MIANTOWONA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 20. 'SONG IS NOT DEAD' by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE CHILD AN' THE MOWERS by WILLIAM BARNES TO JOANNA, ON SENDING ME THE LEAF OF A FLOWER ... WORDSWORTH'S GARDEN by BERNARD BARTON |