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.
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.
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.
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!
Beyond the bars around my bars,
Awakens elfin melodies
Upon the silver strings of stars!