| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | That Dear Coney (abridged) | | By Chester Firkins |
| | | A CITY walled against the golden day, | |
| A city starless in the silver night, | |
| Hath reared in glory down her teeming bay, | |
| Past many a roaring quay, | |
| Electra’s Temple pinnacled with light. | 5 |
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| Fountains ablaze and whirling wheels of fire, | |
| A phantom garden by the rumbling sea; | |
| Not Ctesiphon nor flame-adoring Tyre, | |
| Not Carthage’s red pyre | |
| E’er burned the night to such a brilliancy. | 10 |
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| Bright mirrored towers tremble in the wave; | |
| My black prow cleaves through faery citadels; | |
| I gaze upon a deep, enchanted pave, | |
| Some sea-tombed city’s grave, | |
| Whence music ’mid the voice of revel wells. | 15 |
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| The ghostly castles crumble; but the cry, | |
| The song, the shouting grow; and far away | |
| Weird echo-voices call me as they fly, | |
| “Come! Join the night city at her play! | |
| Forget the dark of day; | 20 |
| For here the ways of light and laughter lie.” | | | | |
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