Helen of Troy And Other Poems (52)

    I Dawn

    The greenish sky glows up in misty reds,The purple shadows turn to brick and stone, The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds,And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.

    II Dusk

    The city's street, a roaring blackened streamWalled in by granite, thro' whose thousand eyes A thousand yellow lights begin to gleam,And over all the pale untroubled skies.

    III Rain at Night

    The street-lamps shine in a yellow lineDown the splashy, gleaming street, And the rain is heard now loud now blurredBy the tread of homing feet.