For thee and me, Belovèd? thee and me?_




RICH MAN, POOR MAN

'_Rich man, Poor man, Beggar man, Thief,
Doctor, Lawyer, Merchant, Chief._'


I

Highway, stretched along the sun,
Highway, thronged till day is done;
Where the drifting Face replaces
Wave on wave on wave of faces,
And you count them, one by one:
'_Rich man--Poor man--Beggar man--Thief:
Doctor--Lawyer--Merchant--Chief._'
Is it soothsay?--Is it fun?

Young ones, like as wave and wave;
Old ones, like as grave and grave;
Tide on tide of human faces
With what human undertow!
Rich man, poor man, beggar-man, thief!--
Tell me of the eddying spaces,
Show me where the lost ones go;
Like and lost, as leaf and leaf.