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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