For one brief golden moment rare like wine, The gracious city swept across the line; Oblivious of the color of my skin, Forgetting that I was an alien guest, She bent to me, my hostile heart to win, Caught me in passion to her pillowy breast; The great, proud city, seized with a strange love, Bowed down for one flame hour my pride to prove. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PENITENTIAL PSALM: 6. DOMINE NE IN FURORE by THOMAS WYATT MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI VILLANELLE OF CITY AND COUNTRY by ZOE AKINS SUMMER'S JOE by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON ODE 13. ON THE CHARMS OF PEACE by BACCHYLIDES UNEASY PEACE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE THE REED by AUDREY ALEXANDRA BROWN FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 4 by JOHN BYROM |