Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE DARK CITY, by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK Poet's Biography First Line: There is a harper plays Last Line: The passion and sorrow of the eternal doom? Subject(s): Cities; Urban Life | ||||||||
There is a harper plays Through the long watches of the lonely night When, like a cemetery, Sleeps the dark city, with her millions laid each in his tomb. I feel it in my dream; but when I wake, Suddenly, like some secret thing not to be overheard, It ceases -- And the gray night grows dumb. Only in memory Linger those veiled adagios, fading, fading . . . Till, with the morning, they are lost. What door was opened then? What worlds undreamed of lie around us in our sleep, That yet we may not know? Where is it one sat playing Oven and over, with such high and dreadful peace, The passion and sorrow of the eternal doom? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THINGS (FOR AN INDIAN) TO DO IN NEW YORK (CITY) by SHERMAN ALEXIE THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TEN OXHERDING PICTURES: ENTERING THE CITY WITH BLISS-BESTOWING HANDS by LUCILLE CLIFTON THE CITY OF THE OLESHA FRUIT by NORMAN DUBIE DISCOVERING THE PHOTOGRAPH OF LLOYD, EARL, AND PRISCILLA by LYNN EMANUEL MY DIAMOND STUD by ALICE FULTON THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK |
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