the chorus and
the columns far
upholding tactful, dreamy stars
and what can we say, to dream what they are?
turning in trembling multitudes.
but the common cry
is a fallow blow
falls empty to that silver'd glow
and nobody could ever know
if the lights hear at all, or are uncaring
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 5:29 PM UTC
the chorus and
the columns far
upholding tactful, dreamy stars
and what can we say, to dream what they are?
turning in trembling multitudes.
but the common cry
is a fallow blow
falls empty to that silver'd glow
and nobody could ever know
if the lights hear at all, or are uncaring
