Chapter 8
poem number eight of thirty american poems by various a fawn in wall street by john myers o'hara this libervox recording is in the public domain reading by matt perrard a fawn in wall street what shape so furtive steals along the dim bleak street barren of throngs this day of june this day of rest when all the roses swoon in attic vales where dryads wait for him what sylvan this and what the stranger whim that lured him here this golden afternoon ways where the dusk has fallen over soon in the deep canyon torrentless and grim great pan is far o mad astray and these bare walls that leap to heaven and hide the skies are fain's men rear to other deities far to the east the haunted woodland lies and cloudless still from cyclid dotted seas hymettis and the hills of hellas rise this recording is in the public domain
