FOG The fog comes It sits looking over harbor and city on silent haunches and then moves on. -Carl Sandburg BROOKLYN BRIDGE AT DAWN Out of the cleansing night of stars and tides, Her summoning brow, and still the night-car glides Frail as a gossamer, a thing of air, Its sleepy masts and lonely lapping flood; Who, seeing thus the bridge a-slumber there, Would dream such softness, like a picture hung, Is wrought of human thunder, iron and blood? —Richard Le Gallienne EEN NAPOLI Here een Noo Yorka, where am I But steel so long I maka mon', But oh, w'en pass da boy dat sal -T. A. Daly CITY ROOFS * (From the Metropolitan Tower.) Roof-tops, roof-tops, what do you cover? Sad folk, bad folk, and many a glowing lover; * From Today and Tomorrow, by Charles Hanson Towne, copyright 1916, George H. Doran Company, publishers. Roof-tops, roof-tops, O what sin you're knowing, While above you in the sky the white clouds are blowing; Roof-tops, roof-tops, cover up their shame Wretched souls, prison souls too piteous to name; Roof-tops, roof-tops, well I know you cover Many solemn tragedies, and many a lonely lover; But ah! you hide the good that lives in the throbbing city Patient wives, and tenderness, forgiveness, faith, and pity. Roof-tops, roof-tops, this is what I wonder: You are thick as poisonous plants, thick the people under; -Charles Hanson Towne BROADWAY * How like the stars are these white, nameless faces! This pale procession out of stellar spaces, This Milky Way of souls! * From Poems and Ballads, by Hermann Hagedorn. Used by special permission of The Macmillan Company, publishers. |