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The tired cars go grumbling by, | The tired cars go grumbling by, | ||
The moaning, groaning cars, | :: The moaning, groaning cars, | ||
And the old milk carts go rumbling by | And the old milk carts go rumbling by | ||
Under the same dull stars. | :: Under the same dull stars. | ||
Out of the tenements, cold as stone, | Out of the tenements, cold as stone, | ||
Dark figures start for work; | :: Dark figures start for work; | ||
I watch them sadly shuffle on, | I watch them sadly shuffle on, | ||
‘Tis dawn, dawn in New York. | :: ‘Tis dawn, dawn in New York. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea | From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea | ||
That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling | That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling | ||
Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously ! | Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously! | ||
There, oh there ! on the island of the sea | There, oh there! on the island of the sea | ||
There I would be at dawn. | There I would be at dawn. | ||
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The tired cars go grumbling by, | The tired cars go grumbling by, | ||
The crazy, lazy cars, | :: The crazy, lazy cars, | ||
And the same milk-carts go rumbling by | And the same milk-carts go rumbling by | ||
Under the dying stars. | :: Under the dying stars. | ||
A lonely newsboy hurries by, | A lonely newsboy hurries by, | ||
Humming a recent ditty ; | Humming a recent ditty; | ||
Red streaks strike through the gray of the | Red streaks strike through the gray of the sky, | ||
sky, | :: The dawn comes to the city. | ||
The dawn comes to the city. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea | From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea | ||
That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling | That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling | ||
Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously ! | Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously! | ||
There, oh there ! on the island of the sea | There, oh there! on the island of the sea | ||
There I would be at dawn. | There I would be at dawn. | ||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
Latest revision as of 13:52, 10 October 2024
| Author | McKay, Claude |
|---|---|
| Genre | Poetry |
| Journal or Book | Spring in New Hampshire and Other Poems |
| Publisher | London Grant Richards Ltd |
| Year of Publication | 1920 |
| Pages | 36-37 |
| Additional information | - |
The tired cars go grumbling by,
The moaning, groaning cars,
And the old milk carts go rumbling by
Under the same dull stars.
Out of the tenements, cold as stone,
Dark figures start for work;
I watch them sadly shuffle on,
‘Tis dawn, dawn in New York.
But I would be on the island of the sea,
In the heart of the island of the sea,
Where the cocks are crowing, crowing, crowing,
And the hens are cackling in the rose-apple tree,
Where the old draft-horse is neighing, neighing, neighing
Out on the brown dew-silvered lawn,
And the tethered cow is lowing, lowing, lowing,
And dear old Ned is braying, braying, braying,
And the shaggy Nannie goat is calling, calling, calling
From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea
That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling
Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously!
There, oh there! on the island of the sea
There I would be at dawn.
The tired cars go grumbling by,
The crazy, lazy cars,
And the same milk-carts go rumbling by
Under the dying stars.
A lonely newsboy hurries by,
Humming a recent ditty;
Red streaks strike through the gray of the sky,
The dawn comes to the city.
But I would be on the island of the sea,
In the heart of the island of the sea,
Where the cocks are crowing, crowing, crowing,
And the hens are cackling in the rose-apple tree,
Where the old draft-horse is neighing, neighing, neighing
Out on the brown dew-silvered lawn,
And the tethered cow is lowing, lowing, lowing,
And dear old Ned is braying, braying, braying,
And the shaggy Nannie goat is calling, calling, calling
From her little trampled corner of the long wide lea
That stretches to the waters of the hill-stream falling
Sheer upon the flat rocks joyously!
There, oh there! on the island of the sea
There I would be at dawn.
