Where in the crowds that blunder through the street From dawn to dark with faces tensely blind, Are men so wonderfully swift of mind That they could dream this city, -- all complete In brave, unfinished beauty that upsprings Into a hundred towers, cleaving light From purple shadow and against the night Thrusting long shafts that shine like spears of kings? These that push past me dully, scarcely seem To see its keen-edged beauty. Can there, then, Burrow among the mass the very men Who shaped the glory of this splendid dream? Or does great Beauty, moved to strange satire, Make even blind men serve her high desire? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUPERSEDED by THOMAS HARDY THE PRIESTHOOD by GEORGE HERBERT AN AUTOGRAPH (1) by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM HYMN, COMPOSED FOR THE CHILDREN OF A SUNDAY SCHOOL by BERNARD BARTON A POEM, DEDICATED TO WILLIAM LAW, PROFESSOR OF PHILOSOPHY by ROBERT BLAIR |