·THE·CITY·OF·LOVE·
ABOUT the time when garlanded green May
At Summer’s threshold casts her blossom crown,
Time bore me on his wingèd wheels away,
Out of the joyless city where I lay,
From smoke-dimmed streets whose dusky skies disown
The day-god’s glorious face, serene that shows
This day of days, to reign in his fair house,