A Face in the Street by Kathleen Dalziel

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Only a face in the street, 
   Haunting me many a day; 
Passed on the wave of the crowd 
Out where the noises are loud, 
Out where the hurrying feet 
   Pause not or stay. 

Only a face in the street, 
   Such as the angels have had. 
Fair like the gold of the corn, 
Waved by the winds of the morn; 
Eyes that were wondrously sweet --
   Proud and yet sad. 

Only a face in the street. 
   Haunting me many a day; 
Passing and vanished and gone. 
Swiftly the crowd hurried on. 
Only a face in the street --
   Fair as the May.

First published in The Bulletin, 1 October 1903

Author reference site: Austlit

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