Collected Poems
A Woman in the Street
A Woman in the Street
Her eyes were full of unborn children,
beauty had withered in her face,
yet I saw shadowed there, most strangely,
shreds of some olden grace.
I saw the paint and the tawdry clothes,
the tired leer, the bedraggled hair:
yet as I gazed I thought I saw
two Marys standing there.