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O city of beauty,
They have spoken without understanding;
They have called you evil!


O city of beauty,
Maybe it is only my heart you have shaken
With your sadness of rose evenings,
And the shadows falling
In the misty evening
Under the bridges.


Your avenues are velvet and symmetrical,
As speech slow-moving.


O city of beauty,
I come not with vain enumeration!


For in the untrod night
I have looked upon your rapt


There was a whiteness
As of wings stirring.