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When night drifts along the streets of the city, / And sifts down between the uneven roofs, / My mind begins to peek and peer.
It plays at ball in old, blue Chinese gardens, / And shakes wrought dice-cups in Pagan temples, / Amid the broken flutings of white pillars.
It dances with purple and yellow crocuses in its hair, / And its feet shine as they flutter over drenched grasses.
How light and laughing my mind is, / When all the good folk have put out their bed-room candles, / And the city is still!