City sleeping quilted by her lights so bright
Secure that if she wakes she’ll not be blind
Then awakened before the dawning light
She searches vainly for her pole star, Venus, and the dippers she will not find.
City sleeping quilted by her lights so bright
Secure that if she wakes she’ll not be blind
Then awakened before the dawning light
She searches vainly for her pole star, Venus, and the dippers she will not find.