stairs
Not for that city of the level sun,
Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze,
the shadeless,sleepless 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 this 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 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.
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