“Holy Ground”
“Old Porte Cochere, with Memories Dear Thou Teemest!”
The Unreplaced Slats on Which the Author Communed
Still stands the selfsame Whitestone station,
So sombre as night’s shades fall;
At its north front do still halt trains,
While brakemen “Whitestone! Whitestone!” call.
My trysting-place in nineteen three