THE bronze General Grant riding a bronze horse in Lincoln Park Shrivels in the sun by day when the motor cars whirr by in long processions going somewhere to keep appointment for dinner and matinees and buying and selling Though in the dusk and nightfall when high waves are piling On the slabs of the promenade along the lake shore near by I have seen the general dare the combers come closer And make to ride his bronze horse out into the hoofs and guns of the storm. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSH OF THE OREGON by ARTHUR GUITERMAN VARIUM ET MUTABILE by THOMAS WYATT TASTE, AN EPISTLE TO A YOUNG CRITIC by JOHN ARMSTRONG SONG OF THE FLOUR-MILL by EDWIN ARNOLD NIGHT LAUGHTER by LEONARD BACON (1887-1954) LINCOLN'S BIRTHDAY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE AGE OF HERBERT & VAUGHAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |