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A NEW-ENGLAND TOWN-AT NOON, by                    
First Line: I walked thru an old new england town
Last Line: Without purpose or will to stop itself.
Alternate Author Name(s): Muir, Marjorie
Subject(s): City & Town Life; New England; Travel; Vacation; Journeys; Trips


I walked thru an old New England town,
Past the white houses, stiff in their array,
The front doors closed, the windows tightly shut,
Keeping the strong noon sun from peering in.
Flowers, tall, graceful, bright-eyed things
Grew hidden in yards where children never played;
Past an old grave-yard crammed with ugly ruins
Of slabs and crude stone seraphim;
Past a closed school-house—it was summer then,
Vacation time, but strange to see
The streets were free of noise and play.
Over the town there hung a solemn hush
As tho the villagers had gone to bed
To await the end, when all had been decayed.
Something had killed the love of life, of youth.
The town was senile, filled with lifeless forms
Only the clock on the church-top lived—
And that was turning round and round,
Without purpose or will to stop itself.





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