Sara Teasdale. Central Park at Dusk. Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. 1917. The Book of New York Verse

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

Central Park at Dusk

By Sara Teasdale


BUILDINGS above the leafless trees
Loom high as castles in a dream,
While one by one the lamps come out
To thread the twilight with a gleam.

There is no sign of leaf or bud,	5
A hush is over everything—
Silent as women wait for love,
The world is waiting for the spring.