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...PETER STUYVESANT'S NEW YEAR'S CALL, 1 JAN. 1661 by EDMUND CLARENCE STEDMAN THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH OH, TORTURE NOT MY SOUL! by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS TO A GARDEN IN APRIL by WALTER CONRAD ARENSBERG FROM AN EXCAVATION ON THE WARRIOR RIVER by ESTHER BARRETT ARGO A NYMPH TO A YOUNG SHEPHERD, INSENSIBLE OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |