She lived upon a dingy street -- Her home a sordid tenement -- And in the city's rush and roar Her days were spent. But she could shut her eyes and be Transplanted to a sunny hill -- Breathe clover-scented breezes there And roam at will. Though all her dreary days were passed In crowded room and crowded street, Her spirit was not cramped. It far Outstripped her feet. Seeking green open spaces she Had known for one enchanted day Where skies were wide and happy children Laughed at play. Dreaming, she gazed across high roofs Into a patch of smoke-dimmed blue. She had no doubt what heaven would be. She knew. She knew! |