Buildings in Flower

All the leafiness of a thousand miles
 Is felt in the heart, a change that has started
 The packing up of things, the loading of cars
 The farther and farther darkening dark
 And it's hard to know, now, where we should go
 And where will we be, before the next season?
 Of evenings and days we can hardly say
 From which will we flower?
 Brightly from the buildings, now
 Will the lifting of a window let the Spirit in?
 And then we begin to vividly live
 With lakes of orange, seas of green, cadmium scenes
 And walking fleetly through a dream
 I will hear everything you mean
 I will see everything you mean
 And it's hard to know, now, where we should go
 And where will we be, before the next season?
 Of evenings and days we can hardly say
 From which will we flower?
 Brightly from the buildings now
 And it's hard to know, now, where we should go
 And where will we be, before the next season?