| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Twilight by the Mall | | By Seldon L. Whitcomb |
| | | THE MOONLIGHT creeps across yon gilded roof, | |
| And northward far of massive block on block | |
| The spire of Grace is dim; the stubborn rock | |
| Echoes beneath the roar of wheel and hoof | |
| Along Broadway—a human warp whose woof | 5 |
| Is spun by hurrying crowds that bridgeward flock; | |
| Some with glad faces, some who seem to mock, | |
| Some sad, and some who coldly hold aloof. | |
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| Yet here is calm for which the self has sought! | |
| When crushing grief and stormy rapture meet | 10 |
| And mingle here, as night subdues the day, | |
| Be silent, till thy anxious soul has caught | |
| The harmony wherein the incomplete, | |
| Defiant, private note must pass away. | | | | |
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