While the hum and the hurry <br />Of passing footfalls <br />Beat in my ear like the restless surf <br />Of a wind-blown sea, <br />A soul came to me <br />Out of the look on a face. <br /> <br />Eyes like a lake <br />Where a storm-wind roams <br />Caught me from under <br />The rim of a hat. <br /> I thought of a midsea wreck <br /> and bruised fingers clinging <br /> to a broken state-room door.<br /><br />Carl Sandburg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-a-hat-rim/
