Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
Twilight on Sixth AvenueCharles G. D. Roberts
O
Twilight and sunset meet,
The green, diaphanous dusk
Sinks to the eager street.
Wanders a wind of June,
The dial shines in the clock-tower
Like the face of a strange-scrawled moon.
Palely begin to gleam,
And the hurrying crowds fade softly
Like an army in a dream.
A phantom train flares on,
With a voice that shakes the shadows,—
Diminishes, and is gone.
In such a solitude
As where a lonely ocean
Washes a lonely wood.