90139: 'The City Lights'

<p dir="ltr">The city lights along the waterside<br> Kindled serene as blessèd candleshine.<br> The fires of western heaven, far and wide,<br> Rose like the reredos of a mighty shrine.<br> Slow swung the odorous trees from side to side,<br> Like censers, twining twilight mist for fume;<br> And on the mountain, that high altar-tomb,<br> The sun stood full of wine, blood-sanctified<br> Soft, soft as angels mounting starry stairs<br> The smoke upclomb to space; the while a wind<br> Sung like an organ voicing many prayers.<br> I, sliding beads, mine errors to rescind,<br> Of slowly slipping tears, heard God, who cares,<br> Ineffable God, give pardon that I sinned.</p>