My sister was so excited.
She had never been too this place before. It was so nice there.
Yes, we could call it home, if we wanted.
Across the city, in this space in the trees, the girls will send
in their pranks, and grooms in motor cars and electric-mills
may take care of the lot. The cats will eat fruit, and the rats
will run.
In the dusty gardens, in the warm days, the pigs will be laid, and
the children will nest in the woods and play; and while they drown
their voices in the scented shade of the trees and slip into
dreams, they will pass out of their terrible abodes in the towns,
and join in the joyous playthings of towns.
From city to city, all the time the world will be great and
joyous. And then there will be a time when the seats in the halls
of the world shall be full of the children, and for a long time
the world will stand like an open place, and be the epicenter of
great and admirable things. And the talkers in the streets would
say, 'There is nothing great about this. Everything is
calculated to bring it all to an end.' And they would be right.
And that would be so great an emotion.