Friends
Now the day dies, and the workers trudge homeward:
They pass my window:
I see a few lights twinkling in the tall buildings, as if the evening star were reflected ...
What hands are emptying the glowing urn of peace on the dark-wayed city?
My friend and I sat smoking in the little room:
Lightly we took the ball of the Earth and tossed it in talk to one another:
Unwitting the generation about us was held up to our probing:
Our hearts and minds were glowing urns of unthinkable riches which we poured for each other.
Is the evening so calm and tender because it has let go its full floods, giving love in its radiance?
As the evening were my friend and I:
We parted sure of each other: peace was upon us and serene love.
They pass my window:
I see a few lights twinkling in the tall buildings, as if the evening star were reflected ...
What hands are emptying the glowing urn of peace on the dark-wayed city?
My friend and I sat smoking in the little room:
Lightly we took the ball of the Earth and tossed it in talk to one another:
Unwitting the generation about us was held up to our probing:
Our hearts and minds were glowing urns of unthinkable riches which we poured for each other.
Is the evening so calm and tender because it has let go its full floods, giving love in its radiance?
As the evening were my friend and I:
We parted sure of each other: peace was upon us and serene love.
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