I See Fair Women All The Day, They Pass And Pass - And Go; I Almost Dream That They Are Shades Within A Shadow-Show. Their Beauty Lays No Hand On Me, They Talk - - I Hear No Word; I Ask My Eyes If They Have Seen, My Ears If They Have Heard. For Why - Within The North Countree A Little Maid, I Know, Is Waiting Through The Days For Me, Drear Days So Long And Slow.