The posters shout, their gorgeous motley blares, The signboards' groaning fills the street, And from the shops a shrill light sharply flares, As cries of triumph mock defeat. Behind the glimmering panes soft fabrics sleep, And diamonds pour their poison daze, Above massed coins the lottery numbers leap Like northern lights ablaze. The burning streets like long canals of light Flow on—the city is alive. It swarms to celebrate the dawn of night Like some unloosed and monstrous hive. The sky and all its sentient stars are hid By scattered arc-lamps beaming blue. And harlots jostle sages where they thrid The dancers in a rippling queue. Between the gay quadrilles that form and break, Among the waltzers, clanking slide The tramways, with blue lightnings in their wake; Like sheaves of fire, the motors glide. Shame, like a leader his bright baton wielding To the rank music of the wheels, Has fused the thousand-throated throng, that yielding As one, a holy chorus peals: "Dust, we enthrone thee; brief and radiant Dust, Dancing the round, we glorify, About electric altars where they thrust Their spears into the empty sky." Oh, cover thy pale feet! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER SONGS IN ABSENCE: 7. THE SHIP by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH IN THE HOLY NATIVITY [OF OUR LORD GOD]; AS SUNG BY SHEPHERDS by RICHARD CRASHAW FRINGED GENTIAN by EMILY DICKINSON WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I DIVINATION BY A DAFFADILL by ROBERT HERRICK |