Elizabethan Days (Classic Reprint) - Couverture souple

H. W. Shoemaker

 
9781331739968: Elizabethan Days (Classic Reprint)

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Discolored snow is melting fast, A street that stretches up a rise And blends itself into the midnight skies, Crosses a bridge above the tracks, Where now a noisy engine backs: And rows of tiny lanterns, white and green, Give to the rails a silvery sheen, Glimmering through the foggy pall Clear to the great, gloomy terminal. A street lamp with a weary look, A gutter gurgling like a brook, And high above unsteady at this hour Arc lights are blinking by the Tower; A mellow odor from the dripping trees, A distant church bell tolls eternities, And all deserted is the dismal street. We are alone, our isolation is complete; We pause to gaze down on the shining cut; There ssomething I would tell you but Said you, but Ill say nothing now. Id thought of something too, yet how To say it had perplexed my mind And to the future I was blind A pusher engines wave of smoke Our midnight reverie awoke. We passed along, both left unsaid The words that in our souls we read, 3.
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