Poetry from Eugene O’Neill

We walk down the crowded city street
Thus, silently side by side
We loiter where mirth and misery meet
In an ever refluent tide.

You thrill with the joy of the passing
throng
Or echo its weary sighs
You gaze at each face as it hurries
along
— But I only see your eyes —

I only see your eyes, my love.
I only see your eyes
For happiness or misery
Are only real when seen by me
Reflected in your eyes…