When night drifts along the streets of the city, And sifts down between the uneven roofs, My mind begins to peek and peer. It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens, And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples, Amid the broken flutings of white pillars. It dances with purple and yellow crocuses in its hair, And its feet shine as they flutter over drenched grasses. How light and laughing my mind is, When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles, And the city is still! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MORNING-GLORY by MARIA WHITE LOWELL THE LAMENT OF THE FLOWERS by JONES VERY TO HIS LYRE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS IN AN OLD CEMETERY by LILLAH A. ASHLEY SIR RUPERT THE FEARLESS; A LEGEND OF GERMANY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM GYPSY-HEART by KATHARINE LEE BATES |