2. And the whole city founders readily and deep,
3. Sliding on all its pillows
4. To the thronged Atlantis of personal sleep,
5. And the wind rises. The wind rises and bowls
6. The day's litter of news in the alleys. Trash
7. Tears itself on the railings,
8. Soars and falls with soft crash,
9. Thumbles and soars again. Unruly flights
10. Scamper the park, and taking a statue for dead
11. Strike at the positive eyes,
12. Batter and flap the stolid head
13. And scratch the noble name. In empty lots
14. Our journals spiral in a fierce noyade
15. Of all we thought to think,
16. Or caught in corners cramps and wad
17. And twist our words. And some from gutters flail
18. Their tatters at the tired patrolman's feet,
19. Like all that fisted snow
20. The cried beside his ling retreat
21. Damn you! damn you! to the emperor's horse's heels.
22. Oh none too soon through the air white and dry
23. Will the clear announcer's voice
24. Beat like a dove, and you and I
25. From the heart's anarch and responsible town
26. Return by subway-mouth to life again,
27. Bearing the morning papers,
28. And cross the park where saintlike men,
29. White and absorbed, with stick and bag remove
30. The litter of the night, and footsteps rouse
31. With confident morning sound
32. The songbirds in the public boughs.
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