We're livin' out here in the country now, An' I guess it's the place to be, Where there's sun and air; an' yet, somehow, It don't give no thrill to me. We're outa the city's dust an' heat, But often my heart will cry For my tenement window on Baxter Street Where I watched as the world went by. Why here, when I leans on the window-sill, There's nothin' to greet my gaze But a road that's empty and lone and still Unchangin' for days an' days; Then I feels my pulse get a faster beat When I think of what met my eye When I leaned from my window in Baxter Street An' watched as the world went by. There was crowds an' movement an' dirt an' noise An' it never was twict the same, There was men and women an' girls an' boys, An' seen from my window frame, There was babies sprawlin' underfeet Where the fightin' an' fun ran high, When I leaned from my window on Baxter Street An' watched as the world went by. An' I needn't to stir from that window there To know how the whole world rolls With its love an' hate an' its joy an' care An' its battles that stir men's souls; An' so, though the country air is sweet An' it's roomy and free, I sigh Sometimes for my window on Baxter Street Where I watched as the world went by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF CLAPHAM ACADEMY by THOMAS HOOD PORTRAIT D'UNE FEMME by EZRA POUND THE DESTRUCTION OF JERUSALEM BY THE BABYLONIAN HORDES by ISAAC ROSENBERG A PRAYER FOR A VERY NEW ANGEL by VIOLET ALLEYN STOREY ADLESTROP by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS |