in Paris

Beauty so deep affects the deep heart’s core, O’ City, City, how I will miss thee, An image deep in my mind to be bore. Streets that cast serenity within me,

The swarm on the Seine attacks its calm. For never a more lovelier sight seen Than you at dawn - please clock, no alarm! The soul of my companion you have been,

Those rooms vast, fast vanished; I relinquished them for you, My mind vanquished from my life, Spaces that could have breathed, Faces I will never know. Those rooms life suppressed;

Love you. How the mighty words do but fall. And still falling we bleed and say them still. These words in which we are immured, we call Ourselves forth to bask in, blinding us ill.

Lonely idle wanderings abroad, peace, calm, jumping the barriers from metro to metro, RER. Warm breezes, crowds, Paris! Sunlit steps, the Pantheon,