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;

   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,

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