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?
Faces
Sara Teasdale
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Poem topics: city, never, poor, sad, sorrow, street, broken, sound, people, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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