FAINT forms of giant buildings in the night Across the flat, steel spider-web are seen, While like strange stars the lamps of red and green Hang in the ebon air at every height In placid peace with all the lamps of white. Beyond the bridge the weary cars convene, Sunk in a slumber soundless and serene, Wrapped well in robes of darkness recondite: But here the trembling engines thunder by, Drawing their trains of peopled palace cars, The great black beasts of beauty sing and sigh, The whistles cut the air like scimitars, And these much-traveled tracks of traffic lie Gleaming of silver underneath the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GREEK POETESSES by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA INVOCATION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE THE COUNTRY CHURCH by ELIZABETH BOGART ON THE STAR OF 'THE LEGION OF HONOR' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON PATSY by PATRICK REGINALD CHALMERS THE HOUR WHEN WE SHALL MEET AGAIN by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |