The dust is thick on the city street, <br />The smoke on the city sky <br />Hangs dense and gray at the close of day - <br />And the city crowds surge by <br />With heavy feet through the summer heat <br />Like a sluggish sullen tide;… <br />But hand in hand through a magic land <br />We are wandering side by side. <br /> <br />For somewhere, dear, there's a magic land <br />On the shores of a silver sea; <br />And there is a boat with turquoise sails - <br />With sails that are wide and free; <br />A boat that is whirling through the spray, <br />That is coming for you and me! <br /> <br />Somewhere, dear, there's a singing breeze <br />That creeps through the laughing air <br />To the wide-flung boughs of a blue-black tree - <br />It touches your joyous hair; <br />And the touch of it is as soft and light <br />As a baby's lisping prayer. <br /> <br />Somewhere, dear, there's a bit of beach <br />Where the sand is warm and white; <br />Where the sky seems close and the drifting clouds <br />Are tenderly, warmly bright. <br />And there is a ship with turquoise sails, <br />With sails like a living light! <br /> <br />Ah, the ship is bringing us dreams come true, <br />And hopes that are all dew-kissed; <br />It is bringing us days that are all aglow <br />With scarlet and amethyst; . . . <br />Bringing us faith to find our way <br />Through a world that is wrapped in mist. <br /> <br />Our window looks on the city street, <br />We can glimpse the city sky; <br />But our hearts are gay at the close of day, <br />Though the tired crowds pass by <br />With heavy feet through the blinding heat, <br />Like a sullen, sluggish tide. . . . <br />For hand in hand through a magic land. <br />We are wandering side by side.<br /><br />Margaret Elizabeth Sangster<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-a-city-window/
