The sky was glad of the towers of trade, The massive buildings regally tall; Festoons of welcome the swinging birds made, And the holy air encircled them all. "Now, at last," said the brooding sky, "The city has risen above its cares, Its falsenesses and its dreary sigh, Its empty pride and its cruel snares." But the towers of trade kept their sin and shame In that fair new region so pure and sweet; Among the clouds they were still the same, -- Only a gloomily deeper street. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAISY by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EARTH'S ANSWER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE THE DOVE by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 25 by ALFRED TENNYSON SWORD AND BUCKLER; OR, SERVING-MAN'S DEFENCE: INTRODUCTION by WILLIAM BASSE PSALM 103 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |