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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=403058" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Twilight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You are a painter—listen—<br>I'll paint you a picture too! <br>Of the long white lights that glisten <br>Through Michigan Avenue; <br>With the red lights down the middle <br>Where the street shines mirror-wet, <br>While the rain-strung sky is a fiddle <br>For the wind to feel and fret. <br>Look! far in the east great spaces<br>Meet out on the level lake, <br>Where the lit ships veil their faces<br>And glide like ghosts at a wake; <br>And up in the air, high over<br>The rain-shot shimmer of light, <br>The huge sky-scrapers hover<br>And shake out their stars at the night. <br>Oh, the city trails gold tassels<br>From the skirts of her purple gown, <br>And lifts up her commerce castles<br>Like a jewel-studded crown. <br>See, proudly she moves on, singing <br>Up the storm-dimmed track of time— <br>Road dark and dire, <br>Where each little light <br>Is a soul afire <br>Against the night! <br>Oh, grandly she marches, flinging <br>Her gifts at our feet, and singing!—</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have I chalked out a sketch in my rhyme ?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Harriet+Monroe">Harriet Monroe</a><div class=q>
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Where the street shines mirror-wet, 
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