Cordula's Web. ONMT. Old City (Medina) of Rabat.
ONMT. Old City (Medina) of Rabat. HiRes. Gallery 33

Haunted Streets

Mathilde Blind

Lo, haply walking in some clattering street,
Where throngs of men and women dumbly pass,
Like shifting pictures seen within a glass
Which leave no trace behind, one seems to meet,

In roads once trodden by our mutual feet,
A face projected from that shadowy mass
Of faces, quite familiar as it was,
Which beaming on us stands out clear and sweet.

The face of faces we again behold
That lit our life when life was very fair,
And leaps our heart toward eyes and mouth and hair:
Oblivious of the undying love grown cold,

Or body sheeted in the churchyard mould,
We stretch out yearning hands and grasp, the air.

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