THE CITY
In the land that is silent forever, asleep in the star and the sun,Where noiselessly wanders the river, where voiceless the rivulets run,Where men are not cultured nor clever, where wealth is not wanted nor won,Where the world moves in musical measure, where aureate daffodils nod,Where Nature gives freely her treasure, her tree and her bloom and her sod,With only an acre of azure to curtain the presence of God,I have heard in the stillness of slumber, have heard in the nearness of night,When the tasks of the day that encumber lie hard on the sense and the sight,A lorelei singing her number, The City her song of delight.I have heard, and have come at her calling, have followed her glow in the sky,I have come where in dirt she was sprawling and beckoning men such as I,I have come to her creeping and crawling, her love and her laughter to buy.She has opened her door at my coming, has opened her arms at my tread;Around her the roses were blooming, the passionate roses of red;Around her mad music was humming, and music the words that she said.About me went white arms and slender—for such had an Antony died;I gazed on her womanly splendor; I drank of her lips, and she sighed;I looked in her eyes that were tender, I looked in her eyes—and she lied.
In the land that is silent forever, asleep in the star and the sun,Where noiselessly wanders the river, where voiceless the rivulets run,Where men are not cultured nor clever, where wealth is not wanted nor won,Where the world moves in musical measure, where aureate daffodils nod,Where Nature gives freely her treasure, her tree and her bloom and her sod,With only an acre of azure to curtain the presence of God,I have heard in the stillness of slumber, have heard in the nearness of night,When the tasks of the day that encumber lie hard on the sense and the sight,A lorelei singing her number, The City her song of delight.I have heard, and have come at her calling, have followed her glow in the sky,I have come where in dirt she was sprawling and beckoning men such as I,I have come to her creeping and crawling, her love and her laughter to buy.She has opened her door at my coming, has opened her arms at my tread;Around her the roses were blooming, the passionate roses of red;Around her mad music was humming, and music the words that she said.About me went white arms and slender—for such had an Antony died;I gazed on her womanly splendor; I drank of her lips, and she sighed;I looked in her eyes that were tender, I looked in her eyes—and she lied.
In the land that is silent forever, asleep in the star and the sun,Where noiselessly wanders the river, where voiceless the rivulets run,Where men are not cultured nor clever, where wealth is not wanted nor won,
In the land that is silent forever, asleep in the star and the sun,
Where noiselessly wanders the river, where voiceless the rivulets run,
Where men are not cultured nor clever, where wealth is not wanted nor won,
Where the world moves in musical measure, where aureate daffodils nod,Where Nature gives freely her treasure, her tree and her bloom and her sod,With only an acre of azure to curtain the presence of God,
Where the world moves in musical measure, where aureate daffodils nod,
Where Nature gives freely her treasure, her tree and her bloom and her sod,
With only an acre of azure to curtain the presence of God,
I have heard in the stillness of slumber, have heard in the nearness of night,When the tasks of the day that encumber lie hard on the sense and the sight,A lorelei singing her number, The City her song of delight.
I have heard in the stillness of slumber, have heard in the nearness of night,
When the tasks of the day that encumber lie hard on the sense and the sight,
A lorelei singing her number, The City her song of delight.
I have heard, and have come at her calling, have followed her glow in the sky,I have come where in dirt she was sprawling and beckoning men such as I,I have come to her creeping and crawling, her love and her laughter to buy.
I have heard, and have come at her calling, have followed her glow in the sky,
I have come where in dirt she was sprawling and beckoning men such as I,
I have come to her creeping and crawling, her love and her laughter to buy.
She has opened her door at my coming, has opened her arms at my tread;Around her the roses were blooming, the passionate roses of red;Around her mad music was humming, and music the words that she said.
She has opened her door at my coming, has opened her arms at my tread;
Around her the roses were blooming, the passionate roses of red;
Around her mad music was humming, and music the words that she said.
About me went white arms and slender—for such had an Antony died;I gazed on her womanly splendor; I drank of her lips, and she sighed;I looked in her eyes that were tender, I looked in her eyes—and she lied.
About me went white arms and slender—for such had an Antony died;
I gazed on her womanly splendor; I drank of her lips, and she sighed;
I looked in her eyes that were tender, I looked in her eyes—and she lied.