The Barrier

I must not gaze at them although

 Your eyes are dawning day;

I must not watch you as you go

 Your sun-illumined way;

I hear but I must never heed

 The fascinating note,

Which, fluting like a river reed,

 Comes from your trembing throat;

I must not see upon your face

 Love's softly glowing spark;

For there's the barrier of race,

 You're fair and I am dark.