CITY of homes and in my heart my home! (Though other streets exact a grudging fee): How leap my pulses when afar I see The dawn creep whitening down thy solemn dome! For now my care-restricted steps may roam Thy urban groves -- a forest soon to be -- Where, like thy shining river, placid, free, Contentment dwells and beckons me to come. Ah, city dear to lovers! -- that dost keep For their delight what Mays and what Novembers! -- Kindling the flame, and if it ever sleep, New-lighting it within the breathing embers; Dear even in their sorrow! for when they weep 'T is for rare joys, scarce known till Love remembers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAN, THE MAN-HUNTER by CARL SANDBURG A SWEET NOSEGAY: AUTHOR MAKETH HER WILL & TESTAMENT: A COMMUNICATION . by ISABELLA WHITNEY BEAUTY OF NATURE by HENRY ALFORD KNOWLEDGE AFTER DEATH by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING NATALIA'S RESURRECTION: 12 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE HAPPY LAND by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TANAGER by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN |