Poem by Sara Teasdale

Evening: New York

  Blue dust of evening over my city,
   Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
  Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,
   Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.

1. Chance
2. Summer Storm
3. In the End
4. It Will Not Change
5. Water Lilies

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