[Editor: This poem by Una Shaw was published in Birth: A Little Journal of Australian Poetry (Melbourne, Vic.), December 1920.]
The Blue City.
Canopus, the blue city,
Thousands of years away,
Slept in the yellow sunlight
Through the long day.
Canopus, the bright city,
Under the bright star,
Still the cries of revelry
Sound from afar!
Canopus, the mad city,
Filled with dancing feet,
City of joy and feasting
And all things oversweet.
Canopus, the great city,
Rich in red gold,
Yet the hearts of its people
Are all grown cold.
Canopus, the dead city,
Faded and gone,
Fairest place of all earth
Where the sun shone.
— Una Shaw.
Source:
Birth: A Little Journal of Australian Poetry (Melbourne, Vic.), December 1920, p. 2
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