Beatle's Lament: 'As City Mine, Afar,Gently Sleeps

As City Mine, Afar, Gently Sleeps

Something in her winding miles,

Attracts us like no other Mother;

Something in her spires that knows,

I don't want to leave her now,

Can't seem to think of how&;#8230;&;#8230;&;#8230;

But, though go I must, my immortal heart does Beat to (L)ondon
(E)vermore&;#8230;..

From Above, with Love,

Geo. H.