BLACK in the midnight lies the City vast. Its dim horizon from my window high I see shut in beneath a misty sky Red with the light a million lamp-fires cast Up from the humming streets. And now at last With lessening roar the weary wheels go by. At last in sleep all discords swoon and die. Now wakes the solemn visionary Past, Peopled with spirits of the mighty dead Whose names are London's glory and her shame -- Seers, poets, heroes, martyrs -- deathless lives Long blazoned in the chronicles of fame. The inglorious Present veils its dwarfish head. England's ideal life alone survives! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OF THE MEAN AND SURE ESTATE by THOMAS WYATT THE COASTERS by THOMAS FLEMING DAY ELEGY: 19. TO HIS MISTRESS GOING TO BED by JOHN DONNE THE COMING AMERICAN by SAM WALTER FOSS A PSALM OF LIFE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE |