New York Nocturnes and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


In the Solitude of the City


Night; and the sound of voices in the street.
Night; and the happy laughter where they meet,
   The glad boy lover and the trysting girl.
But thou—but thou—I cannot find thee, Sweet!

Night; and far off the lighted pavements roar.

Night; and the dark of sorrow keeps my door.
   I reach my hand out trembling in the dark.
Thy hand comes not with comfort any more.

O Silent, Unresponding! If these fears
Lie not, nor other wisdom come with years,

   No day shall dawn for me without regret,
No night go uncompanioned by my tears.