PARIS

The city thrills once more to joyous singing;

Glad laughter sounds again upon the street,

And music throbs again, until young feet

Trip merrily upon their way; the ringing

Of hour chimes are gallant voices, flinging

Their challenges through each crowded space, to greet

Old friends who linger where they used to meet

With other friends long gone.... The summer, bringing

The light of peace, has seemed to fill the city,

With happiness that echoes far and wide

In sounds of joy; there seems no room for sorrow —

Yet, like a minor chord submersed in pity,

There steals above the music of tomorrow,

The weary footsteps of the ones who died.