Sinopsis

Over the swarming town, the moon Looks through the fresh blue skies of June; When, without rest, each fevered street Throbs to hot wheels and hurrying feet; When all contending ions pour Their tides to swell the gathering roar, And the great life-flood rising high, Races in sparkling tumult by, Close-shrouding underneath the gleam And foam-flow of the upper stream, Each sullen pain that lurks and creeps, Dim-festering in its hideous deeps.