BUT IN HER EYES THERE IS NO LIGHT

You see her in a ball-room, at the play, And in the street you meet her every day, Pale as the pearls she wears about her neck. Silent she sits at table by your side, Smiling she walks with you at eventide, Pale as the pearls she wears about her neck. She haunts your thoughts by day, your dreams by night.... But in her wondering eyes there is no light, No more than in the pearls about her neck.