Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The Clock in the AirJohn Curtis Underwood
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The clock keeps watch and tells the hour.
The chimes ring out their reveille.
The city wakes and turns to see
Its campanile’s shaft of light
Against the sunrise. All the night
It points its finger to the sky.
While like a skylark’s song there falls
To waken souls in prison walls
To thoughts of meadows far away
From dusty rooms that hide the day;
Of snowpeaks and the open sea;
Of all the city’s symphony
This note supernal and supreme
Teaching the toilers how to dream.