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I climbed the other day up to the roof / Of the commanding and palatial Home for Asiatics / And looked across the city at the hour of no-light.
Across great space of dark I looked, / But the skirt of darkness had a hundred rents, / Made by the lights of many people's homes.
My life is a great skirt of darkness, / But human kindliness has torn it through, / So that it shows ten thousand gaping rents / Where the light comes in.