Phantom Tryst



They glided past, they glided fast,
    Like travellers through a mist:
They mocked the moon in a rigadoon
    Of delicate turn and twist,
And with formal pace and loathsome grace
    The phantoms kept their tryst.

-Oscar Wilde (1854-1900),
The Ballad of Reading Gaol







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