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

The Pines, Sixty-seventh Street

Harvey Maitland Watts

THOUGH winds are bleak this greening tells of May,

Lit by the winter sunset’s trailing gleam,

And the susurrus speaks of far-a-way,

Some mountain scarp, some hurrying woodland stream—

Yet roofed sierras crowd on every side,

And ceaseless flows this restless human tide.