City GloomI see mountainsAnd fountainsAnd gold lilies abloom.I see valleysAnd alleysIn the mists of city-gloom.I see firesAnd wiresAnd gray-water miresCertain of their doomAmong the mists of city-fume.I see mountainsAnd valleysAnd fountainsAnd alleysBut they shall see soonThe beauty where death looms.
The Summer FarceThe gentle season's banner,A herald to the fall,So full of calming glamour,To entertain us all.The colors become stark,Against the light of day,The yellow and red grow dark,In heaps of clouds grown gray.I wake up in the morningTo see that it has come,Feet cold against the flooring,I break into a run.There is beauty just outside,Not beyond my reach,To us does autumn confide,It has many things to teach.We learn of love and beauty,As birdsong becomes sparse,And 'tis my righteous dutyTo end the summer farce.