Just One Glimpse

It makes me sadder day by day
To think the streets won't pass away
And all the houses in between
Lift like a transformation scene
That would, for just one glimpse, disclose
The windy oak, the wilding rose,
Rocks, and the springs that gushed before
The streets connected slum and store.
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