I know a place where the autumnal quiet
Of Indian Summer falls at set of sun;
The city of a myriad lights flares by it,
And yet the uninvaded peace there won
Is never ravished. Though the throngs surge nigh it
With din of endless traffic overrun,
Secure it lies from the bewildering riot
Of passions flaming to oblivion.

So, when my soul with eminent precision
Pacing the dread streets of the thoroughfare,
Builds to the heights, beyond the crowds' derision,
It gains immunity. And howsoe'er
The blasts sound mighty, it is safe in vision
Amid the earthly swirl that plunges there.