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.