With the man I love who loves me not, <br />I walked in the street-lamps' flare; <br />We watched the world go home that night <br />In a flood through Union Square. <br /> <br />I leaned to catch the words he said <br />That were light as a snowflake falling; <br />Ah well that he never leaned to hear <br />The words my heart was calling. <br /> <br />And on we walked and on we walked <br />Past the fiery lights of the picture shows -- <br />Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by <br />On the errand each man knows. <br /> <br />And on we walked and on we walked, <br />At the door at last we said good-bye; <br />I knew by his smile he had not heard <br />My heart's unuttered cry. <br /> <br />With the man I love who loves me not <br />I walked in the street-lamps' flare -- <br />But oh, the girls who can ask for love <br />In the lights of Union Square.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/union-square/
