Helen of Troy And Other Poems (36)

    With the man I love who loves me not,I walked in the street-lamps' flare； We watched the world go home that nightIn a flood through Union Square.

    I leaned to catch the words he saidThat were light as a snowflake falling； Ah well that he never leaned to hearThe words my heart was calling.

    And on we walked and on we walkedPast the fiery lights of the picture shows —— Where the girls with thirsty eyes go byOn the errand each man knows.

    And on we walked and on we walked,At the door at last we said goodbye； I knew by his smile he had not heardMy heart's unuttered cry.

    With the man I love who loves me notI walked in the street-lamps' flare —— But oh, the girls who can ask for loveIn the lights of Union Square.