By tolling bells and pointed spires,
Cities born by my desires,
Slender towers, glades and gleams—
I’ve been here once before in dreams,
Where every cornice conjures scenes
Of peasants, mystics, in-betweens,
In steeples old abominations
Shadow new transfigurations
Rising from a misty bog
Into heavens eyes agog,
From earth and wood to heights divine,
My vision’s lure is by design—
To house a people and its keep,
My heart is building while I sleep.
Impolitic 