Along the Courtyard, a lonely lady strolled.
Her mind and sight attuned, and much to see--
A sea of moving faces moved idly
Not two alike, yet all the same they show.
The tones and colorless hues of humanity
Each expressing a gait and lively soul.
Lest sightly hidden faces downward face,
Neither can they be seen or see--
Along the Courtyard, a lonely lady scrolled,
Her mind veered from scene,
Her sight set to screen,
Her thumbs move the dream,
Amiss is she, all the while still walking,
All the whilestill-walking...