The cities rise in high serated peaks That cut a jagged line against the sky A Titan asking an eternal why— Exultant energy forever seeks Through drills and dredges, steam-shovels whose beaks Dig deep and deeper and whose siren cry Seems depth and height and distance to defy, For firm foundations—dredging, week on weeks In such a changing world is beauty now Without a veil—fierce suns have melted mists; The search light seeks her out, her up-stretched wrists Beseech, command that all shall grant, allow That simple, stark and harsh be her appeal A fitting symbol of the age of steel. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SAMSON AGONISTES by JOHN MILTON BITTERNESS by VICTORIA MARY SACKVILLE-WEST THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 3 by ALFRED AUSTIN FUNERAL by ETHEL SKIPTON BARRINGER |