A TRANSIENT city, marvellously fair, Humane, harmonious, yet nobly free, She built for pure delight and memory. At her command, by lake and garden rare, Pylon and tower majestic rose in air, And sculptured forms of grace and symmetry. Then came a thought of God, and, reverently, -- "Let there be Light!" she said; and Light was there. O miracle of splendor! Who could know That Crime, insensate, egoist and blind, Destructive, causeless, caring but to smite, Would in its dull Cimmerian gropings find A sudden way to fill those courts with woe, And swallow up that radiance in night? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE EPHEMERALNESS OF BEAUTY by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A RECEIPT FOR WRITING A NOVEL by MARY (CUMBERLAND) ALCOCK SPRING SONG by JEAN ANTOINE DE BAIF THE WOODLANDS by WILLIAM BARNES OTHER LITTLE SHIPS by EDNA BINTLIFF NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 20 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |