Here you will find the Poem Chance Meetings of poet Conrad Potter Aiken
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
