The shabby street-cars jingling go Where modish coach-wheels rolled and ran, And back here from the roaring Row That leads from Beekman Street to Ann, En route to sup at Philip Hone's And quiz our New World belles and beaux, Her feet tripped o'er these very stones— Fair Kemble. And thy magic toes, Thou fairer Fanny, Ellsler named, Twinkled adown the pavement drear, While (for thy lissome sake defamed) Followed—with wraps—thy Chevalier. A gown of white, a girlish form, Footsteps unused that trembling pause! 'Tis Garcia, frightened by the storm Of this, her début night's applause. Again, oh, crinoline and mitts! Oh, blue and brass with ruffles dight! A decorous mob of worthy cits— The ball to "Boz" is at its height. 'Tis Theatre Alley, yet its name They've spared. A squalid place by day, Where wrangling boys for coppers game, Where sottish vagrants snooze or stray. But when the sun shines slant and low O'er Trinity's subduing vane, Vanish these sordid shapes, and so The alley grows itself again. And when the dusk in deeper gloom Is whelmed, and o'er the flag-stones damp, As if the old stage-door to 'lume, Glimmers that lonely, midway lamp. These dear, dead ladies, they that thrilled The gay world of the "old Park's" time, Are with me, and—a vow fulfilled— To their sweet manes this light rhyme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SAND FLESH AND SKY by CLARENCE MAJOR MY FATHER'S FACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LITTLE FIRE IN THE WOODS by HAYDEN CARRUTH FISH-LEAP FALL by ROBERT FROST YOU KNOW WHAT PEOPLE SAY by JAMES GALVIN A BIT OF SKY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ATLANTA UNIVERSITY - ITS FOUNDERS AND TEACHERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |