Chester Firkins

(1882-1915 / United States)

On A Subway Express

I, who have lost the stars, the sod,
   For chilling pave and cheerless light,
Have made my meeting-place with God
   A new and nether Night --

Have found a fane where thunder fills
   Loud caverns, tremulous; -- and these
Atone me for my reverend hills
   And moonlit silences.

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