SHE lives in the Square below me there. Ah! me, if she'd only love me. But she walks abroad with her head in the air Supremely oblivious of me. Time was when the Square was queenly, too, Ere Commerce, changing old orders, Found a foothold here for the parvenu, For shops, for us bachelor boarders. The house of her fathers, square and brown, Grand manse of the olden city, Seems looking down on the tawdry town With a mixture of scorn and pity. This look of her house, austere, aloof, Rests now on her high-bred features, When she issues forth from beneath her roof To walk among meaner creatures. I sit at my window under the eaves And yearn to be there beside her, But a gulf between like the ocean heaves, For never a gulf was wider. She lives in the Square below me there -- Ah! me, if she'd only love me! She lives in the Square below me there, But moves in a circle above me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR WEAKNESS by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS RESIGNATION by AUGUSTE ANGELLIER THE LITTLE REBEL by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: BRIDAL SONG AND DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES GIVE NOT WITH YOUR HANDS by MACKNIGHT BLACK THE MONOPOLY by ABRAHAM COWLEY LINES FOR .. COLLECTION BY MISS PATTY, SISTER OF HANNAH MORE by WILLIAM COWPER |