New York Nocturnes and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


In the Crowd


I walk the city square with thee.
   The night is loud; the pavements roar.
Their eddying mirth and misery
Encircle thee and me.

The street is full of lights and cries.

   The crowd but brings thee close to me.
I only hear thy low replies;
I only see thine eyes.