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THE DARK STREET.
O weary feet that fill the nightly air!
No hearts I hear, no faces see above—
I feel your single yearning, everywhere,
Moving the way of Love!
No hearts I hear, no faces see above—
I feel your single yearning, everywhere,
Moving the way of Love!
Forever crowding weary, one by one
Ye pass no more through all the shadowy air;
The footsteps cease on thresholds dearly lone—
The hearts, the faces there!
Ye pass no more through all the shadowy air;
The footsteps cease on thresholds dearly lone—
The hearts, the faces there!
There all the voices of the heart arise,
Unheard along the darkling street before;
The faces light their loving lips and eyes—
The footsteps are no more!
Unheard along the darkling street before;
The faces light their loving lips and eyes—
The footsteps are no more!
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