City of Night

Watch between woolly mountains
those windows of fire, that glow
like crystalline embers of snow,
and, bright from the burning fountains,
a rolling river of light!
While orbiting watchmen pass,
here grounded lamp-trees grow;
see, stars above and stars below
kiss through the darkened glass,
and earth and heaven know
no chasm as they freely flow
together in the moment’s slow
unending city of night.

Art of a Mathematician