All in a dusky City
Callow and wan, so tun’st thou on
High anthem and soft ditty?
Scarce thine the mood and attitude
Waking a captive’s pity!
What reckest thou if leafy bough
Or plaster palanquin thee!
Howe’er thou yearn for the Noons that burn
Not gloom nor bars may win thee
From the clear Joy pure of alloy