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Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917.

A Dream Temple

Edith M. Thomas

MY temple hath yon city roofs for floor;

For roof, the azure; and, to stay the roof,

A thousand alabastrine columns soar

In coiling smoke that, silent, steals aloof!

My temple builds itself at windless prime,—

At dawn,—or in the rosy eventime;

Ere garish midday, roof and pillar melt,—

And they are gone,—the Blest, who there have knelt!