John Hall Wheelock. The Children. Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. 1917. The Book of New York Verse

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

The Children

By John Hall Wheelock


IN the Spring on the pavements of the city
The little children play marbles and laugh and shout,
Their laughter is drowned by the city all about;
But they laugh back regardless of the city
And clap their hands and shout.	5

In the sunlight fading from the alleys,
The braided hair, and the short hair are bowed
Over a few soiled marbles; a watching crowd
Circles them in the noisy, dusty alleys,
Where the close heads are bowed.	10

From the river in the distance flowing
The whistles murmur,—the tired souls of men
Call to each other over the waters again,
Over the river in the sunlight flowing
Answer the souls of men.	15

When lamps in the street-ways glimmer,
Along the rooves the sky still burns with day,—
A little group watches them where they play.
And in the distance the long waters glimmer
With the receding day.	20