Light cascades to streets marched raw by feet,
Where gentle ladies glide effortlessly,
And noble men of higher seat do greet.
Upon this last town a blessing passed,
Peace and truth do reign society,
And grudges of past, no more hold fast.
The sun does shine, a kiss on the skyline,
No darkness to shroud the town,
Temperament benign; this change must be a sign:
This is the New World.
Please tell me what you think
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There's a 'quality Street', era enriched in this, like the 1920's, a resounding joy of exquisite lines, run along as the sign of the times, it's almost slow motion into the 20th century. I liked the line, "Light cascades to streets marched raw by feet", it speaks of everything I have just described.
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ah, thoughts of the "shining city on the hill"! A most lovely poem from the pen of a deft poet!!
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what a lovely little piece Victorian figures waltz in my head
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