Archibald Lampman - Reality lyrics

I stand at noon upon the heated flags At the bleached crossing of two streets, and dream With brain scarce conscious now the hurrying stream Of noonday pa**engers is done. Two hags Stand at an open doorway piled with bags And jabber hideously. Just at their feet A small, half-naked child screams in the street, A blind man yonder, a mere hunch of rags, Keeps the scant shadow of the eaves, and scowls, Counting his coppers. Through the open glare Thunders an empty wagon, from whose trail A lean dog shoots into the startled square, Wildly revolves and soothes his hapless tail, Piercing the noon with intermittent howls.