Faces

People that I meet and pass

In the city's broken roar,

Faces that I lose so soon

And have never found before,

Do you know how much you tell

In the meeting of our eyes,

How ashamed I am, and sad

To have pierced your poor disguise?

Secrets rushing without sound

Crying from your hiding places —

Let me go, I cannot bear

The sorrow of the passing faces.

— People in the restless street,

Can it be, oh can it be

In the meeting of our eyes

That you know as much of me?