Something there is in me exults in towers Like these that lift themselves sheer into light, Pinnacles formed like dreams, yet framed in might, Beauty, the incorruptible, that flowers High against heaven to glorify the powers Of greedy earth, I even take delight To see them flaunt great names against the night, Great common names, potent as princely dowers. Bush, Woolworth, Wurlitzer, and Chickering, The feudal lords of this our modern earth That flaunt their names from pinnacles sublime. So in old days did robber barons fling The fame of Warwick, Sterling, Kenilworth, From pennons on the turrets of their time. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MAY MORNING by CELIA LEIGHTON THAXTER A NIGHT IN JUNE by ALFRED AUSTIN INVITES HIS NYMPH TO HIS COTTAGE by PHILIP AYRES THE GATES OF PARADISE; FOR THE SEXES by WILLIAM BLAKE ASOLANDO: REVERIE by ROBERT BROWNING |