City Vignettes

Dawn

The greenish sky glows up in misty reds,
The purple shadows turn to brick and stone,
The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds,
And hear the milk-cart jangle by alone.

Dusk

The city’s street, a roaring blackened stream
Walled in by granite, through whose thousand eyes
A thousand yellow lights begin to gleam,
And over all the pale untroubled skies.

Rain at Night

The street-lamps shine in a yellow line
Down the splashy, gleaming street,
And the rain is heard now loud now blurred
By the tread of homing feet.