Great City

When I returned at sunset,
The serving-maid was singing softly
Under the dark stairs, and in the house
Twilight had entered like a moon-ray.

by Harold Monro Click to read full poem

Comments (7)

It is a very fantastic poem 10+++++++
I love this poem
Yeah, the city during evening hour when silence is going to fall slowly and street lamps are lit very nicely penned. Thanks for sharing.
Scent! ! Echoes of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
restless thoughts of being some where else?
Nice poem................ thanks for sharing......
Congrats for Potd n I m going to add to my favourite poems.