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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

The City Lights from a Skyscraper

Frances Shaw

FROM my high window at the fall of night,

I see the low-hung firmament of light:

Like port-holes of a ship afloat in space

Or danger signals in a hidden place;

An iridescent serpent with black jaws;

A banner tattered in a giant’s cause;

A sun-touched river winding through the gloom;

Wild writing on the heavens of a doom;

Or just the cottage-candles in a wood

Where children play together and are good.