| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Bogie | | By Jessica Nelson North |
| | From At Night THE BLACK rain settles in our empty block. | |
| The drunken street-lamps leer with sidelong eyes, | |
| Dim and unholy. | |
| Old newspapers, grown restless in the gutter, | |
| With flap and flutter | 5 |
| Rise and subside and rise. | |
| It is half-past-twelve-oclock, | |
| The nightgoesslowly. | |
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| I am awake again. I cannot sleep. | |
| I light the lamp again, and draw the shutter. | 10 |
| I light the lamp against the feet that creep, | |
| The sounds that mutter. | |
| I draw the shutter against the lids that peep. | |
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| Something goes crouching at the dripping flank | |
| Of the broken wall! Something in tatters slips | 15 |
| Down alleys dank! | |
| Something from door to door before the rain | |
| Dodges and whines! Something with twisting lips | |
| Terribly smiles outside my shuttered pane! | | | | |
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