The City Of Sleep.
I came last night to the silver sea
By the dove-grey City of Sleep,
But the gates of pearl were closed to me,
And their keys the angels keep.
I saw the walls and towers gleam
Through the white mists drifting low,
Like the ghost of a pale, forgotten dream,
Or a tale of long ago.
The hills were grey as a witch's hair,
And silvery-grey the sea,
And the City of Sleep shone dim and fair—
But its peace was lost to me.

—J. H. Mather.

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