James Oppenheim ( 2 of 2 )
Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities
float
In sunset's golden read more
Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities
float
In sunset's golden and crimson dyes: I look and a great joy
clutches my throat!
Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands
fire-furled--
O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City in the World.
Quick as a humming bird is my love,
Dipping into the hearts of flowers--
She darts so read more
Quick as a humming bird is my love,
Dipping into the hearts of flowers--
She darts so eagerly, swiftly, sweetly
Dipping into the flowers of my heart.
