Where the Thracian channel roars On lordly Europe's eastern shores, Where the proudly jutting land Frowns on Asia's western strand, High on seven hills is seen to shine The second Rome of Constantine. Beneath her feet with graceful pride Propontis spreads his ample tide, His fertile banks profusely pour Of luscious fruits a varied store, Rich with a thousand glittering dyes His flood a finny shoal supplies, While crowding sails on rapid wing The rifled south's bright treasures bring. With crescents gleaming to the skies Mosques and minarets arise, Mounted on whose topmost wall The turban'd priests to worship call; The mournful cypress rises round Tap'ring from the burial-ground; Olympus ever capp'd with snow Crowns the busy scene below. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POSTHUMOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE ERL-KING by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE AS THE TEAM'S HEAD BRASS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE LAST MAN: ROSILY DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES AFTERWARDS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN HEBREW MELODY by MRS. JAMES GORDEN BROOKS |