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.