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You who have known my city for a day / And heard the music of her steepled bells, / Then laughed, and passed along your vagrant way, / Carrying only what the city tells / To those who listen solely with their ears; / You know St. Matthew's swinging harmonies, / And old St. Michael's tale of golden years / Far less like bells than chanted memories.
Yet there is something wanting in the song / Of lyric youth with voice unschooled by pain.