The world is wide - around yon court,
Where dirty little children play,
Another world of street on street
Grows wide and wider every day.
And round the town for endless miles
A great strange land of green is spread -
O wide the world, O weary-wide,
But it is wider overhead.
For could you mount yon glittering stairs
And on their topmost turret stand, -
Still endless shining courts and squares,
And lanes of lamps on every hand.
And, might you tread those starry streets
To where those long perspectives bend,
O you would cast you down and die -
Street upon street, world without end.
The World Is Wide
Richard Le Gallienne
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