Blue dust of evening over my city,
Over the ocean of roofs and the tall towers
Where the window-lights, myriads and myriads,
Bloom from the walls like climbing flowers.
More verses by Sara Teasdale
- To L. R. E.
- To A Picture Of Eleanor Duse
- The Falling Star
- To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In
- To A Picture Of Eleonora Duse In
