PROMENADE ON ANY STREET
Reading edition
HE passes through the crowd, Inimical and proud. Beneath the shifting sky He bears young majesty, A secret crown of stars Among the whistling cars. Under his springing heels, Cleft shadow-roots, he feels The massive planet turning. Through pinioned heaven burning Marches his eager head, Seeking, as light runs red, A virginal release From motion, April peace; While muddy feet patrol The carpet of a soul That falls like snow between The mob and the machine. None hears his heart cry, Stop! None takes his echo up. Beneath his gray felt hat Leaps thought, the acrobat.