In the Street

                     (SONG)

           Only acquaintances 
                    Seem do we,
           Each of whom, meeting, says 
                    Civilly
"Good morning."—Yes: thus we appear to be!

           But far, near, left and right, 
                    Here or there,
           By day or dingiest night, 
                    Everywhere
I see you one incomparably fair!

           So do we wend our ways, 
                    Beautiful girl,
           Along our parallel days: 
                    While unfurl
Our futures, and what there may whelm and whirl.