THE city is so kind to me; It stays awake for company -- It never sleeps at all. Its lamps are always burning bright From when my mother says good-night Until the milkmen call. The street is always full of wheels, Horse-carriages and aut'mobiles -- The whole night long they pass, Carrying home to marble halls Princesses that have been to balls In little shoes of glass. Then there's the dog across the way -- He must be dreaming of the day Or barking at a kitty -- And people talking as they go . . . I often wonder do they know That I'm awake and like them so, Or is it just -- the City? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALICE IN WONDERLAND: THE WALRUS AND THE CARPENTER by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON RELIGION by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR NINETY-NINE IN THE SHADE by ROSSITER JOHNSON SELF-DECEPTION by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE HAYMAKER'S SONG by ALFRED AUSTIN THE BOTTOM DRAWER by AMELIA EDITH HUDDLESTON BARR |