Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs, The ponderous undertones of `bus and tram, A garret and a glimpse across the roofs Of clouds blown eastward over Notre Dame, The glad-eyed streets and radiant gatherings Where I drank deep the bliss of being young, The strife and sweet potential flux of things I sought Youth`s dream of happiness among! It walks here aureoled with the city-light, Forever through the myriad-featured mass Flaunting not far its fugitive embrace, — Heard sometimes in a song across the night, Caught in a perfume from the crowds that pass, And when love yields to love seen face to face.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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