# When I’m Among A Blaze Of Lights…

When I’m among a blaze of lights,

With tawdry music and cigars

And women dawdling through delights,

And officers at cocktail bars,—

Sometimes I think of garden nights

And elm trees nodding at the stars.

I dream of a small firelit room

With yellow candles burning straight,

And glowing pictures in the gloom,

And kindly books that hold me late.

Of things like these I love to think

When I can never be alone:

Then some one says, “Another drink?”—

And turns my living heart to stone.

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