Here you will find the Poem Twilight on Sixth Avenue at Ninth Street of poet Charles G. D. Roberts
Over the tops of the houses Twilight and sunset meet. The green, diaphanous dusk Sinks to the eager street. Astray in the tangle of roofs Wanders a wind of June. The dial shines in the clock-tower Like the face of a strange-scrawled moon. The narrowing lines of the houses Palely begin to gleam, And the hurrying crowds fade softly Like an army in a dream. Above the vanishing faces A phantom train flares on With a voice that shakes the shadows, -- Diminishes, and is gone. And I walk with the journeying throng In such a solitude As where a lonely ocean Washes a lonely wood.