cities

Not for that city of the level sun, It's golden streets and glittering gates ablaze,- The shadeless,city of white days, white nights,or nights and days that are as one- we weary,when all is said,all thought,all done. We strain our eyes beyond the dusk to see what,from the threshold of eternity we shall step into.No ,i think we shun the splendor of that everlasting glare, the clamour of that never-ending song. And if for anything we greatly long, it is for some remote and quiet stair which winds to silence and a space of sleep, too sound for waking and for dreams too deep.