Moving like great prehistoric icebe...

Moving like great prehistoric icebergs Those dense masss bring in the dawn through the whole extent of our loft on Ada road today As Chicago yawns and stretches in its bed of wild onions Daniel Burnham's dream Of the city as an Athens or a Pads upon the prairie Dissolving in the light of often met with day
Elegant and thin as hieroglyphics The multitudes at noon Drift above the Oak road beach Like messages from a the eternal and infinite spirit whose name has been forgotten
No host at all As far as judgment can find Here from the observatory at Sears Tower As twilight actuates among us wearing its false whiskers of electric lights Like a million