Leibert Benet Wallerstein
O remember still, the winter sun, apple red
Upon the buildings, standing just below
Hills, where slender trunks of bared trees
Point up towards the chill, clean horizon.
Remember the mammoth, curling river,
That slides its pinkish depths beneath
The silent, shining city lamps,
Now grown dim and lusterless, this moment
When the sun is leaving for the west,
Where spiralled, narrow smoke puts
Greek columns above the black roofs
Of sleek, dark houses on the streets.
O remember still this rapid winter sunset;
O remeber all, when smiling summer ...