Classic Poem

(Song)

Only acquaintances
Seem do we,
Each of whom, meeting, says
Civilly
" Good morning. — Yes: thus we appear to be!

But far, near, left and right,
Here or there,
By day or dingiest night,
Everywhere
I see you: one incomparably fair!

So do we wend our ways,
Beautiful girl,
Along our parallel days;
While unfurl
Our futures, and what there may whelm and whirl.