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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed.  The Book of New York Verse.  1917.
An Evening Walk
By Clinton Scollard
BEYOND the clash and clang of cars,
  The clamorous rush of trade,
One night at earliest peer of stars,
  Apart alone I strayed.
Crossing a little square where eve        5
  Descended, pensive-eyed,
Lo, a soft touch upon my sleeve,—
  A slim form at my side!
He bowed with old-time courtesy,
  And words urbane on lip,        10
Craving, in gracious wise, of me
  A twilight comradeship.
His hat was strange; his coat was strange;
  His mien had subtle grace;
Emotions swept in restless change        15
  Across his shadowed face.
He dwelt upon the lapse of years;
  His voice, smooth-toned and low,
Compassed the ecstasies and tears
  Of those dead long ago.        20
His speech with anecdote was fraught
  Of bygone beau and dame,
And evermore the sound I caught
  Of Blennerhasset’s name.
At length I shrank as though a-cold;        25
  Methought I heard a moan,
And when I turned my eyes, behold,
  I was once more alone!
My questioning heart within my side
  Gave sudden startled stir;—        30
I had companioned, stride for stride,
  The wraith of Aaron Burr!

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