I SAW her in a Broadway car, The woman I might grow to be; I felt my lover look at her And then turn suddenly to me. Her hair was dull and drew no light And yet its color was as mine; Her eyes were strangely like my eyes Tho' love had never made them shine. Her body was a thing grown thin, Hungry for love that never came; Her soul was frozen in the dark Unwarmed forever by love's flame. I felt my lover look at her And then turn suddenly to me,-- His eyes were magic to defy The woman I shall never be. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MY DEAR FRIEND, MR. CONGREVE, ON HIS COMEDY, 'THE DOUBLE-DEALER' by JOHN DRYDEN TO DOCTOR EMPIRIC by BEN JONSON TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON SAINT PAUL: 1 by FREDERICK WILLIAM HENRY MYERS GARDEN DAYS: 7. THE GARDENER by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |