GONE is the city, gone the day, Yet still the story and the meaning stay: Once where a prophet in the palm shade basked A traveler chanced at noon to rest his miles. "What sort of people may they be," he asked, "In this proud city on the plains o'erspread?" "Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?" "What sort?" the packman scowled; "why, knaves and fools." "You'll find the people here the same," the wise man said. Another stranger in the dusk drew near, And pausing, cried "What sort of people here In your bright city where yon towers arise?" "Well, friend, what sort of people whence you came?" "What sort?" the pilgrim smiled, "Good, true and wise." "You'll find the people here the same," The wise man said. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BRIDGE: 7. THE TUNNEL by HAROLD HART CRANE SONNET: HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MIRACLE by LIBERTY HYDE BAILEY NEW YEAR'S EVE, 1913 by GORDON BOTTOMLEY ON THE DEATH OF CHATTERTON by HANNAH COWLEY |