Poems (Nora May French)/In Town
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IN TOWN
THE long street where the people go—
It is not like the paths I know,
Yet can I find the morning there,
All crystal light and early air.
It is not like the paths I know,
Yet can I find the morning there,
All crystal light and early air.
Sharp-angled roofs in slanting sun
Grow dimmer as they slope and blend,
Until they crowd no more, and one
May see his mountains at the end.
Grow dimmer as they slope and blend,
Until they crowd no more, and one
May see his mountains at the end.
Then, when the day has had her will,
I lean upon my window-sill,
And watch them floating, clean and high—
My sunset ships across the sky.
I lean upon my window-sill,
And watch them floating, clean and high—
My sunset ships across the sky.