Just at the corner of the wall br We met - yes, he and I - br Who had not faced in camp or hall br Since we bade home good-bye, br And what once happened came back - all - br Out of those years gone by. br br br And that strange woman whom we knew br And loved - long dead and gone, br Whose poor half-perished residue, br Tombless and trod, lay yon! br But at this moment to our view br Rose like a phantom wan. br br br And in his fixed face I could see, br Lit by a lurid shine, br The drama re-enact which she br Had dyed incarnadine br For us, and more. And doubtless he br Beheld it too in mine. br br br A start, as at one slightly known, br And with an indifferent air br We passed, without a sign being shown br That, as it real were, br A memory-acted scene had thrown br Its tragic shadow there.