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Up in the heights of the evening skies I see my City of Cities float
In sunset’s golden and crimson dyes: I look, and a great joy clutches my throat!
Plateau of roofs by canyons crossed: windows by thousands fire-unfurled—
O gazing, how the heart is lost in the Deepest City of the World!

— James Oppenheim Monday Morning and Other Poems (1909)

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