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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LOVE LANE, by NATHALIA CRANE First Line: In old love lane on brooklyn heights Last Line: For something with pinions is down in the lane. Subject(s): Brooklyn Heights, New York | |||
In old Love Lane on Brooklyn Heights There's an ebony bob from Arabian Nights; She sings each eve of the Tom Moore rose -- And the neighbors shut off their radios. The people who pass through Henry Street, They presently go with lagging feet, For in old Love Lane a cantatrice shade Is taking the trills of Adelaide. Shaking the sistrum -- a blackberry bob, Dulcing the treble and daring the sob; Never a wonder that listeners perch On the mansion steps near Plymouth Church. They hear the birds by a waterfall, They see the rose that was last of all; The dim garages grow less profane, For something with pinions is down in the lane. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BERKLEY COMMON by NATHALIA CRANE CASTLE 'BILL' by NATHALIA CRANE CASTLE WILLIAM by NATHALIA CRANE |
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