Chapter 65
City Vignettes by Sarah Teasdale. Read for LibriVox.org by Maria Kasper. 1. Dawn. The greenish sky glows up in misty reds. The purple shadows turn to brick and stone.
The dreams wear thin. Men turn upon their beds. And here the milk-cart jangle by alone. 2. Dusk. The city street, a roaring blackened stream, walled in by granite, through whose thousand
eyes a thousand yellow lights begin to gleam, and over all the pale, untroubled skies. 3. Rain at night. The street lamps shine in a yellow line, down the splashy gleaming street, and the rain is heard, now loud, now blurred, by the tread of homing feet.
