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
We try to see beyond the present (dusk) and see our place in the future
Not for that City