Buildings above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.
There is no sign of leaf or bud,
A hush is over everything.
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.
Central Park At Dusk
Sara Teasdale
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