Now burst above the city's cold twilight The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks: For day is done. Along the frozen docks The workmen set their ragged shirts aright. Thro' factory doors a stream of dingy light Follows the scrimmage as it quickly flocks To hut and home among the snow's gray blocks. -- I love you, human labourers. Good-night! Good-night to all the blackened arms that ache! Good-night to every sick and sweated brow, To the poor girl that strength and love forsake, To the poor boy who can no more! I vow The victim soon shall shudder at the stake And fall in blood: we bring him even now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORIAL DAY by WILLIAM E. BROOKS FOOTLIGHT MOTIFS: 4. NATALIE ALT by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS ON A CHILD SLEEPING IN CYNTHIA'S LAP by PHILIP AYRES ON THE DEATH OF MRS. JENNINGS by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONG: THE DEATH OF THE ROSE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT RECIPROCAL KINDNESS THE PRIMARY LAW OF NATURE by VINCENT BOURNE |