| 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. | |
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| Crossing a little square where eve | 5 |
| Descended, pensive-eyed, | |
| Lo, a soft touch upon my sleeve,— | |
| A slim form at my side! | |
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| He bowed with old-time courtesy, | |
| And words urbane on lip, | 10 |
| Craving, in gracious wise, of me | |
| A twilight comradeship. | |
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| His hat was strange; his coat was strange; | |
| His mien had subtle grace; | |
| Emotions swept in restless change | 15 |
| Across his shadowed face. | |
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| He dwelt upon the lapse of years; | |
| His voice, smooth-toned and low, | |
| Compassed the ecstasies and tears | |
| Of those dead long ago. | 20 |
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| His speech with anecdote was fraught | |
| Of bygone beau and dame, | |
| And evermore the sound I caught | |
| Of Blennerhasset’s name. | |
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| 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! | |
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| 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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