arose the love of the city well
if night be tokens of love
and the night-scene with your
bubbles and the festifying night-scene
shake your locks so were whirling
of a hair’s-breadth commingling of the portals
shake the doors here’s love to
manifold locks and thieves but a whippoorwill
scammed the tribune defiant saying
whippoorwill whippoorwill
of a true nature since
I’ll warrant ye
vast is the nighty air and vast ye
since the thunderbolts ha’ riven all ye
treetops and the whirra whirra of the Moishe
and the Ben trapdoored down the gutterfalls
we have systems of such and like a night case
an overnight bag
we go lightly over the city to never say
far away