I REACH the marble-streeted town, Whose 'Sound' outbreathes its air Of sharp sea-salts; I see the movement up and down As when she was there. Ships of all countries come and go, The bandsmen boom in the sun A throbbing waltz; The schoolgirls laugh along the Hoe As when she was one. I move away as the music rolls: The place seems not to mind That she - of old The brightest of its native souls - Left it behind! Over this green aforedays she On light treads went and came, Yea, times untold; Yet none here knows her history - Has heard her name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE ORIGIN OF EVIL by JOHN BYROM MAN AN' MOOSE by ROBERT ADAMSON (1832-) THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS HAUNTED by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE ICONOCLAST by WILLIAM ROSE BENET TO A REDBREAST, THAT FLEW INTO A HOUSE ... by ELIZABETH BENTLEY MANCHESTER BY NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND |