Evening: New York
Blue dust of evening over my city,
Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
Blue dust of evening over my city,
Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
Sara Teasdale - Flame and Shadow
