New York Nocturnes, and Other Poems — In a City Room

In a City Room O city night of noises and alarms, Your lights may flare, your cables clang and rush, But in the sanctuary of my love’s arms Your blinding tumult dies into a hush.

My doors are surged about with your unrest;

Your plangent cares assail my realm of peace;

But when I come unto her quiet breast How suddenly your jar and clamor cease!

Then even remembrance of your strifes and pains Diminishes to a ghost of sorrows gone, Remoter than a dream of last year’s rains Gusty against my window in the dawn.