THE city is so kind to me; It stays awake for company -- It never sleeps at all. Its lamps are always burning bright From when my mother says good-night Until the milkmen call. The street is always full of wheels, Horse-carriages and aut'mobiles -- The whole night long they pass, Carrying home to marble halls Princesses that have been to balls In little shoes of glass. Then there's the dog across the way -- He must be dreaming of the day Or barking at a kitty -- And people talking as they go . . . I often wonder do they know That I'm awake and like them so, Or is it just -- the City? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEALS IN PENOBSCOT BAY by KAREN SWENSON THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN PSALM 23 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HINC LACHRIMAE; OR THE AUTHOR TO AURORA: 43 by WILLIAM BOSWORTH THE ALLIGATOR by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD POETICAL INSCRIPTION FOR AN ALTAR OF INDEPENDENCE by ROBERT BURNS ON THE SIGHT OF A GENTLEWOMAN'S FACE IN THE WATER by THOMAS CAREW |