Helen of Troy and Other Poems/Central Park at Dusk

by Sara Teasdale

 

CENTRAL PARK AT DUSK

BUILDINGS above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.

There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything—
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.