text: With the man I love who loves me not,
  I walked in the street-lamps' flare;
  We watched the world go home that night
  In a flood through Union Square.
  
  I leaned to catch the words he said
  That were light as a snowflake falling;
  Ah well that he never leaned to hear
  The words my heart was calling.
  
  And on we walked and on we walked
  Past the fiery lights of the picture shows
  Where the girls with thirsty eyes go by
  On the errand each man knows.
  
  And on we walked and on we walked,
  At the door at last we said good-bye;
  I knew by his smile he had not heard
  My heart's unuttered cry.
  
  With the man I love who loves me not
  I walked in the street-lamps' flare
  But oh, the girls who ask for love
  In the lights of Union Square.