The avaricious sun dripped no gold But hung like a golden Chinese lantern In the shimmering, morning fog Over the awakening city... At the sun-silvered noon hour, Yvonne dimly remembers The ascending fog Or scarves of billowing, grey chiffon Flung upon the urban domes, Upon the urban skyscrapers, Upon the urban domes, Upon the urban spires... The cathedral chimes were ringing When the seeming reality became unreality In the ascension of a shimmering, city fog... |