Market Maze

Faces, faces...
Restless faces and restless hands, 
Not the divine restlessness 
Of seeking, singing spirits.
Not the impatient restlessness 
Of a creature mad for wings.
But a feeble thing,
A futile thing:
The restlessness of the market place, 
The fever of buying and selling.

From On a Grey Thread (Will Ransom, 1923) by Elsa Gidlow. This poem is in the public domain.