There Is A Town

There is a town, in it There be sunny mornings Even in April, March, Interspersed with storm And shower and Rustlings of the seas Restless As the restless palms that Hover over the high bastions As yet to ears of Poet Seer The city sighs It sighs. There is a town the even In April, March blooms with Flower and decked in Flower pots the buildings Smile even in the dust of Some And interspersed with storms That come, that go Some days, not always Even in winter's height: As yet to ears of Poet Seer The city sighs It sighs. There is a town that Even Night bids not Beauty away: Nay Beauty increases with the dusk Red dusk And in the night continues In the lighted wonders of The city lights And peace As yet to ears of Poet Seer The city sighs It sighs.