THE WOMAN I am
Hides deep in me
Beneath the woman
I seem to be.

She hides away
From the stranger's eye —
She is not known
To the passers-by.

She goes her way,
The woman I seem,
But the woman I am
Withdraws to dream!

The woman I seem
Goes carelessly —
When love goes by
Does not seem to see.

But the woman I am
Knows sudden fear . . .
And hides more deeply
When love draws near!

For love might look closely
Perhaps . . . and see
Her beneath the woman
I seem to be!