The city

At the grey shore by the grey sea

and apart, lies the city;

mists push down hard on the roofs

and through the quiet the sea booms

uniformly about the city.

No wood murmurs; in May, no bird

chirps without intermission;

only the migrating geese with harsh cries

fly by in the autumn night;

and by the shore the grass ripples.

Yet my heart clings to you,

you grey city by the sea;

forever and forever the magic of youth

will rest smilingly upon you; upon you,

you grey city by the sea.