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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

Central Park at Dusk

Sara Teasdale

BUILDINGS above the leafless trees

Loom high as castles in a dream,

While one by one the lamps come out

To thread the twilight with a gleam.

There is no sign of leaf or bud,

A hush is over everything—

Silent as women wait for love,

The world is waiting for the spring.