People that I meet and pass In the city's broken roar, Faces that I lose so soon And have never found before, Do you know how much you tell In the meeting of our eyes, How ashamed I am, and sad To have pierced your poor disguise? Secrets rushing without sound Crying from your hiding places -- Let me go, I cannot bear The sorrow of the passing faces. -- People in the restless street, Can it be, oh can it be In the meeting of our eyes That you know as much of me? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON FREEDOM AND LOVE by THOMAS CAMPBELL ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY by JOHN STERLING (1806-1844) SONNET FOR A PICTURE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE THE RUNAWAY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |