Faces

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Faces
by Sara Teasdale


People that I meet and pass
     In the city's broken roar,
Faces that I lose so soon
     And have never found before,

Do you know how much you tell
     In the meeting of our eyes,
How ashamed I am, and sad
     To have pierced your poor disguise?

Secrets rushing without sound
     Crying from your hiding places --
Let me go, I cannot bear
     The sorrow of the passing faces.

-- People in the restless street,
     Can it be, oh can it be
In the meeting of our eyes
     That you know as much of me?


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