Dust of the feet And dust of the wheels, Wagons and people going, All day feet and wheels. Now... ...Only stars and mist A lonely policeman, Two cabaret dancers, Stars and mist again, No more feet or wheels, No more dust and wagons. Voices of dollars And drops of blood .... Voices of broken hearts, ...Voices singing, singing, ...Silver voices, singing, Softer than the stars, Softer than the mist. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ADMETUS; TO MY FRIEND RALPH WALDO EMERSON by EMMA LAZARUS APPLES OF HESPERIDES by AMY LOWELL SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD LANCELOT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |