He Said: "In The Winter Dusk When The Pavements Were Gleaming With Rain, I Walked Thru A Dingy Street Hurried, Harassed, Thinking Of All My Problems That Never Are Solved. Suddenly Out Of The Mist, A Flaring Gas-Jet Shone From A Huddled Shop. I Saw Thru The Bleary Window A Mass Of Playthings: False-Faces Hung On Strings, Valentines, Paper And Tinsel, Tops Of Scarlet And Green, Candy, Marbles, Jacks A Confusion Of Color Pathetically Gaudy And Cheap. All Of My Boyhood Rushed Back. Once More These Things Were Treasures Wildly Desired. With Covetous Eyes I Looked Again At The Marbles, The Precious Agates, The Pee-Wees, The Chinies Then I Passed On. In The Winter Dusk, The Pavements Were Gleaming With Rain; There In The Lighted Window I Left My Boyhood."