THE thousand-windowed towers were all alight. Throngs of all nations filled that glittering way; And, rich with dreams of the approaching day, Flags of all nations trampled down the night. No clouds, at sunset, die in airs as bright. No clouds, at dawn, awake in winds as gay; For Freedom rose in that august array, Crowned with the stars and weaponed for the right. Then, in a place of whispering leaves and gloom, I saw, too dark, too dumb for bronze or stone, One tragic head that bowed against the sky; O, in a hush too deep for any tomb I saw Beethoven, dreadfully alone With his own grief, and his own majesty. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD WHERE A ROMAN VILLA STOOD, ABOVE FREIBURG' by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE A VALENTINE by LAURA ELIZABETH HOWE RICHARDS SONG OF THE OPEN ROAD by WALT WHITMAN A CHAUNT IN PRAISE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TWILIGHT AND DREAMS by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE MOTHER'S PRAYER by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |