I have remembrance of a tumult of faces
Pouring past me on the thoroughfare,
And of a city strange with luminous places,
And how I bathed me in the currents there.
Beauty was all too frequent to be rare,
And I forgot the spell of starry spaces
Athirst for glamor in the lamplight glare,
Haunted by shadows and their fugitive graces.

But when I left the broad ways in the gloaming,
Weary with beauty which I could not share,
I turned me to Your sanctuary homing,
And climbed a more resplendent flight of stair;
And from those perilous nights of deep-sea roaming
Found harbour in the haven of Your care.