IN the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive,
The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves,
In the drowse of the sunlight, among the low voices,
I suddenly face you,
Your dark eyes return for a space from her who is with you,
They shine into mine with a sunlit desire,
They say an 'I love you, what star do you live on?'
They smile and then darken,
And silent, I answer 'You too--I have known you,--I love you!--'
And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves
Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight
To divide us forever.
Read more at http://www.poetry-archive.com/a/chance_meetings.html#wPz0wJgMxyOQFOkX.99
IN the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive,The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves,In the drowse of the sunlight, among the low voices,I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space from her who is with you,They shine into mine with a sunlit desire,They say an 'I love you, what star do you live on?'They smile and then darken, And silent, I answer 'You too--I have known you,--I love you!--'And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leavesInterlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlightTo divide us forever.Read more at http://www.poetry-archive.com/a/chance_meetings.html#wPz0wJgMxyOQFOkX.99
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