THOMAS BURKE Author of "Limehouse Nights." |
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HENRY HOLT AND COMPANY
1918
Round the halls
First published in 1915
Popular Edition . 1918
The day dies in a wrath of cloud, Flecking her roofs with pallid rain, And dies its music, harsh and loud, Struck from the tiresome strings of pain. Her highways leap to festal bloom, And swallow-swift the traffic skims O'er sudden shoals of light and gloom, Made lovelier where the distance dims. Robed by her tiring-maid, the dusk, The town lies in a silvered bower, As, from a miserable husk, The lily robes herself with flower. And all her tangled streets are gay, And all her rudenesses are gone; For, howso pitiless the day, The evening brings delight alone.
BY THE SAME AUTHOR LIMEHOUSE NIGHTS: Tales of Chinatown
TWINKLETOES.
TO
MY MOTHER
WHO STILL ENJOYS A NIGHT IN TOWN
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