Sara Teasdale

Union Square

With the man I love who loves me not,
I walked in the street lamps’ flare,
We watched the world go home that night
In a flood through Union Square/

I leaned to catch the word he said
That were light as snowflake falling;
Ah, well that he never leaned to hear
The words my heart was calling/

And on we walked and on we walked
Past the fiery lights of the picture shows –
Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by
On the errand each man knows/

And on we walked and on we walked,
At the door at last we said good by;
I know by his smile he had not heard
My heart unuttered cry/

With the man I love who loves me not
I walked in the stret-lights’ flare –
But oh, the girls who can ask for love
In the lights of Union square