Excerpt from The Runaway Place: A May Idyl of Manhattan

Around Saint Gaudens' golden group
A little child pursues his hoop,
Nor sees the twitching charger led
By Victory, above his head,
Of war and memories of war
He knows not, Life lies all before,
Just now sufficient for the day
It is to seize the moment's play,
And so around Saint Gaudens' group
The little child pursues his hoop.

Beyond the child we blithely mark
The long green garden of the Park,
And hear a call that will not down
For all the clamor of the town,
A Pipers call to run away
Until the weary feet can play,
Until the soul forgets its pain
And dares to be a child again:
The summoning grows fainter? Hark -
The Piper's marching up the Park!

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