New York Nocturnes and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


 

Night in a Down-town Street


 

Not in the eyed, expectant gloom,
   Where soaring peaks repose
And incommunicable space
   Companions with the snows;

Not in the glimmering dusk that crawls

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   Upon the clouded sea,
Where bourneless wave on bourneless wave
   Complains continually;

Not in the palpable dark of woods
   Where groping hands clutch fear,

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Does Night her deeps of solitude
   Reveal unveiled as here.

The street is a grim canon carved
   In the eternal stone,
That knows no more the rushing stream

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   It anciently has known.

The emptying tide of life has drained
   The iron channel dry.
Strange winds from the forgotten day
   Draw down, and dream, and sigh.

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The narrow heaven, the desolate moon
   Made wan with endless years,
Seem less immeasurably remote
   Than laughter, love, or tears.