Above the town a monstrous wheel is turning, <br />With glowing spokes of red, <br />Low in the west its fiery axle burning; <br />And, lost amid the spaces overhead, <br />A vague white moth, the moon, is fluttering. <br /> <br />Above the town an azure sea is flowing, <br />'Mid long peninsulas of shining sand, <br />From opal unto pearl the moon is growing, <br />Dropped like a shell upon the changing strand. <br /> <br />Within the town the streets grow strange and haunted, <br />And, dark against the western lakes of green, <br />The buildings change to temples, and unwonted <br />Shadows and sounds creep in where day has been. <br /> <br />Within the town, the lamps of sin are flaring, <br />Poor foolish men that know not what ye are! <br />Tired traffic still upon his feet is faring- <br />Two lovers meet and kiss and watch a star.<br /><br />Richard Le Gallienne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-in-the-city/
