Manhattan Lullaby
by Rachel Field (1894-1942)
(for Richard -- one day old)
Now lighted windows climb the dark,
The streets are dim with snow,
Like tireless beetles, amber-eyed
The creeping taxis go.
Cars roar through caverns made of steel,
Shrill sounds the siren horn,
And people dance and die and wed --
And boys like you are born.
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