Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
An Evening WalkClinton Scollard
B
The clamorous rush of trade,
One night at earliest peer of stars,
Apart alone I strayed.
Descended, pensive-eyed,
Lo, a soft touch upon my sleeve,—
A slim form at my side!
And words urbane on lip,
Craving, in gracious wise, of me
A twilight comradeship.
His mien had subtle grace;
Emotions swept in restless change
Across his shadowed face.
His voice, smooth-toned and low,
Compassed the ecstasies and tears
Of those dead long ago.
Of bygone beau and dame,
And evermore the sound I caught
Of Blennerhasset’s name.
Methought I heard a moan,
And when I turned my eyes, behold,
I was once more alone!
Gave sudden startled stir;—
I had companioned, stride for stride,
The wraith of Aaron Burr!