Poem by Stephen Vincent Benet

The City Revisited

The grey gulls drift across the bay 
Softly and still as flakes of snow 
Against the thinning fog. All day 
I sat and watched them come and go; 
And now at last the sun was set, 
Filling the waves with colored fire 
Till each seemed like a jewelled spire 
Thrust up from some drowned city. Soon 
From peak and cliff and minaret 
The city’s lights began to wink, 
Each like a friendly word. The moon 
Began to broaden out her shield, 
Spurting with silver. Straight before 
The brown hills lay like quiet beasts 
Stretched out beside a well-loved door, 
And filling earth and sky and field 
With the calm heaving of their breasts. 

Nothing was gone, nothing was changed, 
The smallest wave was unestranged 
By all the long ache of the years 
Since last I saw them, blind with tears. 
Their welcome like the hills stood fast: 
And I, I had come home at last. 

So I laughed out with them aloud 
To think that now the sun was broad, 
And climbing up the iron sky, 
Where the raw streets stretched sullenly 
About another room I knew, 
In a mean house -- and soon there, too, 
The smith would burst the flimsy door 
And find me lying on the floor. 
Just where I fell the other night, 
After that breaking wave of pain. -- 
How they will storm and rage and fight, 
Servants and mistress, one and all, 
”No money for the funeral!” 

I broke my life there. Let it stand 
At that. 
The waters are a plain, 
Heaving and bright on either hand, 
A tremulous and lustral peace 
Which shall endure though all things cease, 
Filling my heart as water fills 
A cup. There stand the quiet hills. 
So, waiting for my wings to grow, 
I watch the gulls sail to and fro, 
Rising and falling, soft and swift, 
Drifting along as bubbles drift. 
And, though I see the face of God 
Hereafter -- this day have I trod 
Nearer to Him than I shall tread 
Ever again. The night is dead. 
And there’s the dawn, poured out like wine 
Along the dim horizon-line. 
And from the city comes the chimes -- 

We have our heaven on earth -- sometimes!

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