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 SACHEM OF THE CLOUDS (A THANKSGIVING LEGEND) by ROBERT FROST CLASS SONG (WHICH WILL BE SUNG ON THE 22ND OF FEBRUARY) by GEORGE SANTAYANA LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE MIDNIGHT-BY THE OPEN WINDOW by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |