I saw her in a Broadway car, <br /> The woman I might grow to be; <br />I felt my lover look at her <br /> And then turn suddenly to me. <br />Her hair was dull and drew no light, <br /> And yet its color was as mine; <br />Her eyes were strangely like my eyes, <br /> Tho' love had never made them shine. <br /> <br />Her body was a thing grown thin, <br /> Hungry for love that never came; <br />Her soul was frozen in the dark, <br /> Unwarmed forever by love's flame. <br /> <br />I felt my lover look at her <br /> And then turn suddenly to me – <br />His eyes were magic to defy <br /> The woman I shall never be.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-maid/
