Amidst the whir of city lights
And summer's evening breeze,
In the lullaby of July nights
And the autumn's coming leaves

And while the world lies wide awake,
Worrying in their beds,
I draw in the lights and respite take,
In the world's tangled threads

The crisp moon forms a a holy C
And smiles down below,
And lost in taste of treacle trees,
I've nothing here to show

I'll read the chaos like a script
And lose myself in life
Ill be more quiet than the crypt
And cease all selfish strife