THE OLD MAID - John Byrne Leicester Warren Poems

 
 

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THE OLD MAID

I saw her in a Broadway car,
    The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
    And then turn suddenly to me.

Her hair was dull and drew no light
    And yet its color was as mine;
Her eyes were strangely like my eyes
    Tho' love had never made them shine.

Her body was a thing grown thin,
    Hungry for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in the dark
    Unwarmed forever by love's flame.

I felt my lover look at her
    And then turn suddenly to me, --
His eyes were magic to defy
    The woman I shall never be.