Sonnet VI
Give me the treble of thy horns and hoofs,The ponderous undertones of ‘bus and tram,A garret and a glimpse across the roofsOf clouds blown eastward over Notre Dame,The glad-eyed streets and radiant gatheringsWhere I drank deep the bliss of being young,The strife and sweet potential flux of thingsI sought Youth’s dream of happiness among!It walks here aureoled with the city-light,Forever through the myriad-featured massFlaunting 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.