As evening falls, <br />And the yellow lights leap one by one <br />Along high walls; <br />And along black streets that glisten as if with rain, <br />The muted city seems <br />Like one in a restless sleep, who lies and dreams <br />Of vague desires, and memories, and half-forgotten pain . . . <br />Along dark veins, like lights the quick dreams run, <br />Flash, are extinguished, flash again, <br />To mingle and glow at last in the enormous brain <br />And die away . . . <br />As evening falls, <br />A dream dissolves these insubstantial walls,
