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I stood and heard the steps of the city

and dreamed a lighter stepping than I heard,

the tread of my people dancing in a ring.

I knew that circle broken, the steps awry,

stone and iron humming in the air.

But I thought even there, among the straying

steps, of the dance that circles life around,

its shadows moving on the ground, in rhyme

of flesh with flesh, time with time, our bliss,

the earthly song that heavenly is.