One.

Thy streets make a quiet trance of
all things.
thy roofs mostly searing and jagged:
a roughness which
calls, saying
(though Prague be a night)
this, too, is new, look up as well.

thy whitest snow attentively falling
Always
thy warm pubs are of friends filling
whose revelry much
says; chanting
(thought Prague be a night)
prosím, bring me another.

To be thy swans is a sweet thing
and small.
Citizens, Thee I call rich beyond wishing
if here thou stay,
else missing.
(though Prague be a night
and escape be day, dawn must always follow).

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