Vachel Lindsay - The Moon is Compared to a City lyrics

What the Tired Reformer Said The moon's a perfect city, with Curved walls encompa**ed round; With yellow palaces upreared Upon a glittering ground. Sometimes a disk, a planet dead; But on this splendid night, When all the sky is shining clear, When my whole heart is light, I think it is a place for friends. My soul is there in mirth, With golden-robed good-citizens, Far from the dusty earth. Hail to the perfect city then! I love your doors and domes, Your turrets and your palaces, Your terraces, your homes.