On the Elevated Railway at 110th Street

Above the hollow deep where lies

The city's slumbering face,

Out, out across the night we swing,

A meteor launched in space.

The dark above is sown with stars.

The humming dark below

With sparkle of ten thousand lamps

In endless row on row.

Tall shadow towers with glimmering lights

Stand sinister and grim

Where upper deep and lower deep

Come darkly rim to rim.

Our souls have known the midnight awe

Of mount, and plain, and sea;

But here the city's night enfolds

A vaster mystery.

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