I see fair women all the day,
They pass and pass - and go;
I almost dream that they are shades
Within a shadow-show.
Their beauty lays no hand on me,
They talk - - I hear no word;
I ask my eyes if they have seen,
My ears if they have heard.
For why - within the north countree
A little maid, I know,
Is waiting through the days for me,
Drear days so long and slow.
The Constant Lover
Richard Le Gallienne
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Poem topics: beauty, dream, women, shadow, long, hear, talk, slow, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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