“There is a City which men call in scorn + 

The Perfect City⁠—eastward of this wood⁠— + 

You’ve heard about the place. There I was born. + 

I’m one of them, their work. Their sober mood, + 

The ordered life, the laws, are in my blood + 

—A life⁠ ⁠… well, less than happy, something more + 

Than the red greed and lusts that went before. + 