Central Park At Dusk

Sara Teasdale

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.

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