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FROM A TOWN WINDOW

FROM A TOWN WINDOW


From my high-jutting window in town
         Looking down,
The lights constellated burn steady and far;
The purple skies meet with the dark at my feet,
I hardly can tell which is lamp and which star.

And the tall sombre buildings that rise
         Near my eyes
Where one lighted window shines gold in the dark,
Unsubstantial show, that I see them as though
I could walk through the walls without leaving a mark.

And the purring and murmurous choir
         Of the wire

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