...Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift
Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars,
Beading thy path--condense eternity:
And we have seen night lifted in thine arms
Under thy shadow by the piers I waited;
Only in darkness is thy shadow clear.
lready snow submerges an iron year.
The City's fiery parcels all undone,
. .
O Sleepless as the river under thee,
Vaulting the sea, the prairies' dreaming sod,
Unto us lowliest sometime sweep, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God.
Hart Crane
