N.Y. Harbor: Sunday Evening

Robert Clairmont

There is something about this quietness, the sun having gone down and
        the sky so full of color.
What are all those ferryboats doing going down so quietly, all by
        themselves, down the river?
The buildings, standing there so still, what are they doing there?
What is all this darkness?
Where are all the people?
O, they'll be all around again, don't worry, they'll all come back again.
They'll be here again after the darkness, after the dawn: they'll all be
        here again.