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First Line: It was in a drear city by a stream
Last Line: Less to the sound of voices than of feet.
Subject(s): Mills & Millers


It was in a drear city by a stream,
And all its denizens were sad to me, --
I could not fathom what their life could be --
Their passage in the morning like a dream
In the arc-light's unnatural bluish beam,
Then back, at night, like drowned men from the sea,
Up from the mills and river hurriedly,
In weeds of labor, to the shriek of steam.

Yet I supposed that they had all one hope
With me (there is but one.) I would go out,
When happier ones drew in for fear of doubt,
Breasting their current, resolute to cope
With what thoughts they compelled who thronged the street,
Less to the sound of voices than of feet.





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