| Hamilton Fish Armstrong, ed. The Book of New York Verse. 1917. | | | | The Little Fruit-Shop | | By Florence Wilkinson Evans |
| | | THE LITTLE Broadway fruit-shop bursts and glows | |
| Like a stained-glass window rioting through the gloom | |
| Of a grim façade; a garden over seas; | |
| A Syracusan idyl; a lilt that flows | |
| In chords of dusk-red colour; emerald bloom | 5 |
| Loved by the nightingale, voice of the voiceless trees; | |
| Ripe orchards mellow with innumerable bees. | |
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| A dark Greek boy counts up with supple hands | |
| Lucent rotundities, the Bacchic grape | |
| In luscious pyramids, pears like a lute | 10 |
| Most musically carved, nuts from sweet lands | |
| Demeter lost; oh, many a sculptured shape;— | |
| Had he his panther-skin, the thyrsus and the flute,— | |
| Lo, a swart faun-god mid his votive fruit. | | | | |
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