| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | New York Bay at Dusk | | By Mildred L. McNeal-Sweeney |
| | | NOW comes the fragrant night in from the sea | |
| And all her flowery purples soon unfolds, | |
| Like April-countries, violet sown, where we | |
| May have the hush the eager time withholds. | |
| Methinks heaven sometimes takes the world aside | 5 |
| And lends a happy ear to all it says— | |
| Soothing its great unrest, and for its pride | |
| Showing again the simple fields of praise. | |
| This starry-lighted island is no more | |
| The quick and restless city of my task; | 10 |
| It dreams with me and what may be in store | |
| For either, we do neither care nor ask, | |
| Leaving the dear fulfilment of my youth | |
| In the safe care of thought and time and truth. | | | | |
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