The Golden Darkness/Dusk in a City

DUSK IN A CITY.
The sifting shadows lift and fall
Among the lamp-posts' yellow gleams;
The frail wind wafts the twilight down—
The gossamer grey dust of dreams.

Against my pane the shadows swirl,
While strange and huge, a hush drifts by,
And leaves a vastness in my room,
A crying urge to wind and sky.

And I must dream of how the dusk,
Beyond the walls around my walls,
Must curl a flower to send the moon
Cascading down far waterfalls.

And I must dream of how the wind,
Beyond the bars around my bars,
Awakens elfin melodies
Upon the silver strings of stars!