Classic Poem

I had not known you skilled in wizardry
Until I trod the pavements at your side,
When sudden at your “Open Sesame”
The magic city flung its portals wide.
Against a sky pale as a chrysolite
I saw, sharp cut in shadow, dome and spire,
Belfry and gabled roof, bewitched by night,
Spangled with flame—my town of heart's desire.
I left it thus at moonrise, and with day
Came back alone—ah! folly! but to find
The glamour fled from street and square and tower.
Vanished my magic city; chill and grey
This drear familiar town, with face unkind
Giving the lie to that enchanted hour.