In the Street


Only acquaintances
Seem do we,
Each of whom, meeting, says
" Good morning. — Yes: thus we appear to be!

But far, near, left and right,
Here or there,
By day or dingiest night,
I see you: one incomparably fair!

So do we wend our ways,
Beautiful girl,
Along our parallel days;
While unfurl
Our futures, and what there may whelm and whirl.
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