On City Streets
There have been times when on a city street
—Where I had seen not any face I know,
The eyes of some met mine as if to greet
—Me with a friendly word, a mute “hello.”
But each is bound by laws of etiquette;
—We may not speak the words our lips would say;
So we pass on with faces firmly set—
—We fear to change the old, established way.
There have been times when on a city street
—Where I had seen not any face I know,
The eyes of some met mine as if to greet
—Me with a friendly word, a mute “hello.”
But each is bound by laws of etiquette;
—We may not speak the words our lips would say;
So we pass on with faces firmly set—
—We fear to change the old, established way.
—Where I had seen not any face I know,
The eyes of some met mine as if to greet
—Me with a friendly word, a mute “hello.”
But each is bound by laws of etiquette;
—We may not speak the words our lips would say;
So we pass on with faces firmly set—
—We fear to change the old, established way.
There have been times when on a city street
—Where I had seen not any face I know,
The eyes of some met mine as if to greet
—Me with a friendly word, a mute “hello.”
But each is bound by laws of etiquette;
—We may not speak the words our lips would say;
So we pass on with faces firmly set—
—We fear to change the old, established way.
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