The sky pours gold, raining in a shower
Fluid sunlight down to flood each street,
Deluging all the world in the hot noon hour,
Till the teeming city simmers with the heat!
Sunlight spills along the allies and the byways;
All the air is crowded with scents upon the breeze;
Sunlight inundates the busy marts and highways;
While pale gold light is shaken from the trees!
Radiant with gold are passing girlish faces–
Radiant gold of sunlight which drenches and clings!
Streets drink brightness and blaze to flaring places;
And round a hurdy-gurdy, children dance rings.
Popular poet and Newark native Louis Ginsberg published this in his 1920 collection The Attic of the Past and Other Lyrics.