Straw in the Street
A. Galsworthy
Straw in the street!
My heart, oh! hearken —
Fate thrums its song of sorrow!
The windows darken —
O God of all to-morrow!
Straw in the street!
To wintry sleeping
Turns all our summer laughter.
The brooms are sweeping —
There's naught for me hereafter!