The Barrier

I must not gaze at them although
   Your eyes are dawning day;
I must not watch you as you go
   Your sun-illumined way;

I hear but I must never heed
   The fascinating note,
Which, fluting like a river reed,
   Comes from your trembling throat;

I must not see upon your face
   Love's softly glowing spark;
For there's the barrier of race,
   You're fair and I am dark.