A tide of beauty with returning May <br />Floods the fair city; from warm pavements fume <br />Odors endeared; down avenues in bloom <br />The chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay. <br />Over the terrace flows the thronged cafe; <br />The boulevards are streams of hurrying sound; <br />And through the streets, like veins when they abound, <br />The lust for pleasure throbs itself away. <br />Here let me live, here let me still pursue <br />Phantoms of bliss that beckon and recede, -- <br />Thy strange allurements, City that I love, <br />Maze of romance, where I have followed too <br />The dream Youth treasures of its dearest need <br />And stars beyond thy towers bring tidings of.<br /><br />Alan Seeger<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-v-7/
