| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | Riverside | | By John Myers O’Hara |
| | | ACROSS the slopes whose wooded spaces hide | |
| The Hudson’s sweep, rising more royal than | |
| Above the Tiber that of Hadrian, | |
| A tomb looms domed and dim o’er dusk and tide; | |
| All dreams of alien beauty that abide, | 5 |
| The memory of lands beyond the span | |
| Of seas that sing the deeds of god and man, | |
| May reinspire the soul on Riverside. | |
| And now the mists are falling on the far | |
| Wide silver of the river, and a star | 10 |
| Burns in the pines that crown the Palisades. | |
| Slowly the final streak of sunlight fades, | |
| And Claremont, with the lamps against its white, | |
| Shines like a limpid jewel in the night. | | | | |
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