New York Nocturnes and Other Poems

by Charles G.D. Roberts


Twilight on Sixth Avenue


Over the tops of the houses
   Twilight and sunset meet.
The green, diaphanous dusk
   Sinks to the eager street.

Astray in the tangle of roofs

   Wanders a wind of June.
The dial shines in the clock-tower
   Like the face of a strange-scrawled moon.

The narrowing lines of the houses
   Palely begin to gleam,

And the hurrying crowds fade softly
   Like an army in a dream.

Above the vanishing faces
   A phantom train flares on
With a voice that shakes the shadows,—

   Diminishes, and is gone.

And I walk with the journeying throng
   In such a solitude
As where a lonely ocean
   Washes a lonely wood.