With the man I love who loves me not I walked in the street-lamps' flare —But oh, the girls who can ask for love In the lights of Union Square.
Simul flare sorbereque haud facile Est: ego hic esse et illic simul, haud potui.
Girls blush, sometimes, because they are alive, Half wishing they were dead to save the shame. The sudden blush devours them, neck and brow; They have drawn too near the fire of life, like gnats, And flare up bodily, wings and all.
And in the evening, everywhere Along the roadside, up and down, I see the golden torches flare Like lighted street-lamps in the town.
The lonely sunsets flare forlorn Down valleys dreadly desolate; The lonely mountains soar in scorn As still as death, as stern as fate.robert service