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Conrad Potter Aiken - Chance Meetings
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In the mazes of loitering people, the watchful and furtive,
            The shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves,
            In the drowse of the sunlight, among the low voices,
            I suddenly face you,
             
            Your dark eyes return for a space from her who is with you,
            They shine into mine with a sunlit desire,
            They say an `I love you, what star do you live on?`
            They smile and then darken,
             
            And silent, I answer `You too—I have known you,—I love you!—`
            And the shadows of tree-trunks and shadows of leaves
            Interlace with low voices and footsteps and sunlight
            To divide us forever
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