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HERE in the velvet stillness / The wide sown fields fall to the faint horizon, / Sleeping in starlight. .
A year ago we walked in the jangling city / Together. forgetful.
One by one we crossed the avenues, / Rivers of light, roaring in tumult, / And came to the narrow, knotted streets.
Thru the tense crowd / We went aloof, ecstatic, walking in wonder, / Unconscious of our motion.
Forever the foreign people with dark, deep-seeing eyes / Passed us and passed.
Lights and foreign words and foreign faces, / I forgot them all; / I only felt alive, defiant of all death and sorrow, / Sure and elated.
That was the gift you gave me. .
The streets grew still more tangled, / And led at last to water black and glossy, / Flecked here and there with lights, faint and far off.
There on a shabby building was a sign / "The India Wharf ". and we turned back.
I always felt we could have taken ship / And crossed the bright green seas / To dreaming cities set on sacred streams / And palaces / Of ivory and scarlet.