Read FOOTSTEPS IN THE STREET of Robert F. Murray his poems with a memoir by Andrew Lang, free online book, by Andrew Lang., on ReadCentral.com.

Oh, will the footsteps never be done? 
      The insolent feet
      Thronging the street,
Forsaken now of the only one.

The only one out of all the throng,
      Whose footfall I knew,
      And could tell it so true,
That I leapt to see as she passed along,

As she passed along with her beautiful face,
      Which knew full well
      Though it did not tell,
That I was there in the window-space.

Now my sense is never so clear. 
      It cheats my heart,
      Making me start
A thousand times, when she is not near.

When she is not near, but so far away,
      I could not come
      To the place of her home,
Though I travelled and sought for a month and a day.

Do you wonder then if I wish the street
      Were grown with grass,
      And no foot might pass
Till she treads it again with her sacred feet?

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