Our young folks [serial] . I. In Town. WHEN city roofs are thrilled with heat,And nights grow sultry, late in June ; When the sounds of wheels and hurrying feet Die faintly in some far-off street, And over the silvered spire the moonLets her large crescent droop, and soon Midnight sounds from the shadowy steeple, And dreams fly down to the slumbering people ; When in my fiery attic I Under the hot tiles gasping lie, With windows wide to catch the beeeze From distant hillsides cool with trees, Till, fancy-led, I too at last The blissful gate of sleep have passed; — Then suddenly on my neighbors
Our young folks [serial] . I. In Town. WHEN city roofs are thrilled with heat,And nights grow sultry, late in June ; When the sounds of wheels and hurrying feet Die faintly in some far-off street, And over the silvered spire the moonLets her large crescent droop, and soon Midnight sounds from the shadowy steeple, And dreams fly down to the slumbering people ; When in my fiery attic I Under the hot tiles gasping lie, With windows wide to catch the beeeze From distant hillsides cool with trees, Till, fancy-led, I too at last The blissful gate of sleep have passed; — Then suddenly on my neighbors roof Two gray grimalkins, brickbat-proof, By bottle and poker undismayed, Beein their terrible serenade : i872.] Voices of the Night. 537 Miow-miow ! miow-miow !Miow-yovv-yow-yow ! miow-yow-yow-yow ! Night after night, and all night long, I m wearied by their hideous song. I m going to the country now, — I 11 hear no more of their miow-yow-yow !.
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