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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LULLABY by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON UNDER THE OAK by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE MODERN LOVE: 34 by GEORGE MEREDITH ON HEARING THAT THE STUDENTS OF OUR NEW UNIVERSITY JOINED AGITATION .. by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS DEFIANT OF DEATH by EVA K. ANGLESBURG |