Humbert Wolfe (1885 – 1940), The Dream-City
On a dream-hill we’ll build our city,
And we’ll build gates that have two keys
Love to let in the vanquished, and pity
To close the locks that shelter these.
There will be quiet open spaces,
And shady towers sweet with bells,
And quiet folks with quiet faces,
Walking among these miracles.
There’ll be a London Square in Maytime
With London lilacs, whose brave light
Startles with coloured lamps the daytime,
With sudden scented wings the night.
A silent Square could but a lonely
Thrush on the lilacs bear to cease
His song, and no sound else save only
The traffic of the heart at peace.
And we will have a river painted
With the dawn’s wistful stratagems
Of dusted gold, and night acquainted
With the long purples of the Thames.
And we will have, oh yes! the gardens
Kensington, Richmond Hill and Kew,
And Hampton, where winter scolds, and pardons
The first white crocus breaking through.
And where the great their greatness squander,
And while the wise their wisdom lose,
Squirrels will leap, and deer will wander,
Gracefully, down the avenues.