The Barrier





I must not gaze at them although

Your eyes are dawning day;

I must not watch you as you go

Your sun-illumined way;



I hear but I must never heed

The fascinating note,

Which, fluting like a river-reed,

Comes from your trembling throat;



I must not see upon your face

Love's softly glowing spark;

For there's the barrier of race,

You're fair and I am dark.





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