THE DARK STREET.
0 ¦WEARY feet that fill the nightly air!
No hearts I hear, no faces see above-—
1 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!
There all the voices of the heart arise,
Unheard along the darkling street before;
The faces light their loving lips and ey€ The footsteps are no more 1