Union Square

BY SARA TEASDALE

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 words he said 

That were light as a 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-bye; 

I knew by his smile he had not heard 

My heart's unuttered cry. 

With the man I love who loves me not 

I walked in the street-lamps' flare — 

But oh, the girls who ask for love 

In the lights of Union Square.