In the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive, The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves, In the drowse of the sunlight, among the low voices, I suddenly face you, Your dark eyes return for a space from her who is with you, They shine into mine with a sunlit desire, They say an "I love you, what star do you live on?" They smile and then darken, And silent I answer "You too -- I have known you -- I love you!" -- And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves Interlace with low voices, and footsteps, and sunlight, To divide us forever. |