Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.
The Metropolitan TowerSara Teasdale
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To watch the tower grow dimly white,
And saw it lift against the sky
Its flower of amber light.
I kept each little word you said;
And when at last the hour was full,
I saw the light turn red.
You did not see the sudden flower,
Nor know that in my heart Love’s birth
Was reckoned from that hour.