I saw a city of white towers gleam,
Among the hills by the twilight stream;
And music of bells across the air
Floated lightly, free from care.
Its streets were paved with cobblestones bright,
And lanterns glimmered with golden light;
The people moved in tranquil ways,
Contented in the sunset haze.
Through gardens and squares the fountains play,
As the evening wind makes the branches sway;
And over the hills, in the distant glow,
The last rays lingered, and soft winds blow.