Central Park At Dusk
by 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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