Here you will find the Poem At Twilight of poet Harriet Monroe
You are a painter?listen? I'll paint you a picture too! Of the long white lights that glisten Through Michigan Avenue; With the red lights down the middle Where the street shines mirror-wet, While the rain-strung sky is a fiddle For the wind to feel and fret. Look! far in the east great spaces Meet out on the level lake, Where the lit ships veil their faces And glide like ghosts at a wake; And up in the air, high over The rain-shot shimmer of light, The huge sky-scrapers hover And shake out their stars at the night. Oh, the city trails gold tassels From the skirts of her purple gown, And lifts up her commerce castles Like a jewel-studded crown. See, proudly she moves on, singing Up the storm-dimmed track of time? Road dark and dire, Where each little light Is a soul afire Against the night! Oh, grandly she marches, flinging Her gifts at our feet, and singing!? Have I chalked out a sketch in my rhyme ?
