Helen Hoyt Poems
- Ellis Park Little park that I pass through, I carry off a ...
- Rain At Night Are you awake? Do you hear the rain? How ...
- The Lover Sings Of A Garden Oh, beautiful are the flowers of ...
- Since I Have Felt The Sense Of... Since I have felt the ...
- The New-Born I have heard them in the night— The cry of ...
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Little park that I pass through,
I carry off a piece of you
Every morning hurrying down
To my work-day in the town;
Carry you for country there
To make the city ways more fair.
I take your trees,
And your breeze,
Some of your shade, some of your sky,
Some of your calm as I go by;
Your flowers to trim
The pavements grim;
Your space for room in the jostled street
And grass for carpet to my feet.
Your fountains take and sweet bird calls
To sing me from my office walls.
All that I can see