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 splendour 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 for sleep
Too sound for waking and for dreams too deep.
Not For That City
Charlotte Mary Mew
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