I Know, You Walk
- I walk so often, late, along the streets,
- Lower my gaze, and hurry, full of dread,
- Suddenly, silently, you still might rise
- And I would have to gaze on all your grief
- With my own eyes,
- While you demand your happiness, that's dead.
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- I know, you walk beyond me, every night,
- With a coy footfall, in a wretched dress
- And walk for money, looking miserable!
- Your shoes gather God knows what ugly mess,
- The wind plays in your hair with lewd delight---
- You walk, and walk, and find no home at all.
1899.
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