Harvey Maitland Watts. The Pines, Sixty-seventh Street. Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. 1917. The Book of New York Verse

Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

The Pines, Sixty-seventh Street

By Harvey Maitland Watts


Central Park—Looking Southward THOUGH winds are bleak this greening tells of May,
Lit by the winter sunset’s trailing gleam,
And the susurrus speaks of far-a-way,
Some mountain scarp, some hurrying woodland stream—
Yet roofed sierras crowd on every side,	5
And ceaseless flows this restless human tide.