Not for that city of the level sun
Its golden streets and glittering gates ablaze—
The shadeless, sleepless city of white days
White nights, or nights and days that are as one—
We weary, when all is said , all thought, all done
We strain our eyes beyond this dusk to see
What, from the threshold of eternity
We shall step into. No, I think we shun
The splendour of that everlasting glare
The clamour of that never-ending song
And if for anything we greatly long
It is for some remote and quiet stair
Which winds to silence and a space for sleep
Too sound for waking and for dreams too deep
For some people a place in the next world is natural, and their lives are quiet and alone. 
 Could Mew be pushing for another concept of the afterlife?  An alternative to the golden city? The remote, quiet stair… What is the value of this staircase?
Not for that City