| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | New York | | By Florence Wilkinson Evans |
| | | INTO the violet vastness of shoreless and moaning twilight | |
| The infinite hulk of the ship of my city pushes her course, | |
| Paying out with the rush of her spindle a log unreturning, | |
| Crying of births and hushes of deaths recording the knots of her voyage. | |
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| On her decks by the chart-house they pace, the gallant leisurely passengers, | 5 |
| Some sob deep down in her hold, the huddled frightened stowaways, | |
| But the infinite ship of my city steadily surges onward; | |
| Saluting her neighbours (audacious or timid) the lights of her starboard and larboard. | |
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| Ship of my city, ship of my city, burning clear at the head of thy foremast, | |
| Who is thy captain, what is thy message, where is the port that thou makest? | 10 |
| Into the violet vastness of shoreless and moaning twilight | |
| The infinite hulk of the ship of my city pushes her course unreturning. | | | | |
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