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
We are all sad and tired when our lives are complete, yet ready to move on to the next world… 

Not for that City