On a Street Corner
William A. Morris
But all the time you spoke I did not hear
The words you said. I only heard a far
Faint sound of summer waters and a clear
Calling of music from some lonely star.
I thought I heard the lisp of falling dew
In a dark meadow where no breezes stirred….
Then all at once the noisy street, and you
Smiling at me because I had not heard!