MOODS AND MEMORIES.

By Arthur Symons

THE train through the night of the town,

Through a blackness broken in twain

By the sudden finger of streets;

Lights, red, yellow, and brown,

From curtain and window-pane,

The flashing eyes of the streets.

Night, and the rush of the train,

A cloud of smoke through the town,

Scaring the life of the streets;

And the leap of the heart again,

Out into the night, and down

The dazzling vista of streets!