Street Scene
In the placid summer midnight,
Under the drowsy sky,
I seem to hear in the stillness
The moths go glimmering by.
One by one from the windows
The lights have all been sped,
Never a blind looks conscious—
The street is asleep in bed!
Under the drowsy sky,
I seem to hear in the stillness
The moths go glimmering by.
One by one from the windows
The lights have all been sped,
Never a blind looks conscious—
The street is asleep in bed!
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