The Constant Lover Poem by Richard Le Gallienne
The Constant Lover
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.
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