New York Nocturnes and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

In a City Room


 

O city night of noises and alarms,
   Your lights may flare, your cables clang and rush,
But in the sanctuary of my love’s arms
   Your blinding tumult dies into a hush.

My doors are surged about with your unrest;

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   Your plangent cares assail my realm of peace;
But when I come unto her quiet breast
   How suddenly your jar and clamor cease!

Then even remembrance of your strifes and pains
   Diminishes to a ghost of sorrows gone,

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Remoter than a dream of last year’s rains
   Gusty against my window in the dawn.