Sonnet V
A tide of beauty with returning MayFloods the fair city; from warm pavements fumeOdors endeared; down avenues in bloomThe chestnut-trees with phallic spires are gay.Over the terrace flows the thronged cafe;The boulevards are streams of hurrying sound;And through the streets, like veins when they abound,The lust for pleasure throbs itself away.Here let me live, here let me still pursuePhantoms of bliss that beckon and recede,—Thy strange allurements, City that I love,Maze of romance, where I have followed tooThe dream Youth treasures of its dearest needAnd stars beyond thy towers bring tidings of.