| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Subway Track-Walkers | | By Dana Burnet |
| | | WHO are ye hopeless who go with dull faces, | |
| Treading the terrible floorways of night? | |
| Oft have I seen ye flick by in the shadow, | |
| Framed from the dark by a flutter of light. | |
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| Do ye gaze up at the hurtling windows, | 5 |
| Streaking your dusk-world with sudden bright lanes? | |
| Do ye dream dreams of the lights and the faces? | |
| Do ye think thoughts of the eyes at the panes? | |
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| Far is your path through the burrows of darkness! | |
| Fearful the death if ye falter or blunder! | 10 |
| Once I saw one of you caught in the whirlwind, | |
| Hurled to his fathers with steel and great thunder…. | |
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| What is your vision, and where is your meaning? | |
| Do ye walk only for Saturday’s pay? | |
| Or are ye sent for a desperate service | 15 |
| That I may ride to my true love to-day? | | | | |
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