Coney Island, a poem written by Sara Teasdale at Spillwords.com

Coney Island

Coney Island

a poem by Sara Teasdale

 

Why did you bring me here?
The sand is white with snow,
Over the wooden domes
The winter sea-winds blow—
There is no shelter near,
Come, let us go.

With foam of icy lace
The sea creeps up the sand,
The wind is like a hand
That strikes us in the face.
Doors that June set a-swing
Are bolted long ago;
We try them uselessly—
Alas there cannot be
For us a second spring;
Come, let us go.

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