My Scented Hall

I smelled a pine scented hallway.
It was not there, but it existed
Beneath and above the cool concrete,
And spreading laurel bushes

There was a golden-rayed arbor.

There beneath my feet the fallen
Boughs gave fragrance
And above, the spreading braches
Carved the sky with arches golden-bright with
Gilded green.

Beneath them, the branches, - lo I travel
Not beside the urban highway.
I am sure of my scented hall.
And as I tread my memory plays-and
Then forgets.