When darkness crowds my upstairs room
I press my cheek against this pane
And fog the glass above this sill
to read the emptied lane:
Below, the amber streetlamp burns.
Each night–in clear or misted dew–
The air drifts by the frugal light
That pools into the avenue.
The houses, dark, are only seen
As silhouettes beyond that glare.
Tier on tier they seem to [...]
