I saw her in a Broadway car,
⁠The woman I might grow to be;
I felt my lover look at her
⁠And then turn suddenly to me.

Her hair was dull and drew no light
⁠And yet its color was as mine;
Her eyes were strangely like my eyes
⁠Tho' love had never made them shine.

Her body was a thing grown thin,
⁠Hungry for love that never came;
Her soul was frozen in the dark
⁠Unwarmed forever by love's flame.

I felt my lover look at her
⁠And then turn suddenly to me,—
His eyes were magic to defy
⁠The woman I shall never be.