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 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.

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