There was no gloam and dusk for you and me.

The stars above, grand sentinels all reamed,

Conducting us home like naught ever dreamed;

The scalloped bridge festooned like a Christmas tree,

And gate post lamps led strangers through the park.

Our fathers planned that all should walk in light,

That every man could find his way like day,

Until the amber dawning wake the lark.

Thus peacefully we glided through the night,

Serenely going home the ferry way.

PERHAPS

I see a gorgeous city, pompous, grand,

And hear it weeping with pain long borne.

It is built on rock and nobly planned,

The glory shine like bloom with leaf and thorn.

I feel its memories in brick and stone,

And lift my eyes to see the sky and stars.

Unpainted rock in weathered greys and blown

With winds and well I understand the bars.

From walk to turret there are many eyes,

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