O BRUGES, upon the waters, How fair thy turrets throng! And all thy roofs are pictures, And every bridge a song. And softly glide thy barges By poplar-bordered quays, And sweetly from thy belfry Float poems on the breeze. Thy gentle sons could pencil Old legends of the Rhine, St. Ursule and her maidens, Scenes quaint and scenes divine; And happy hands still fashion Things beautiful and rare, And time with thee, is music, And art with thee, is prayer. O Bruges, upon the waters, All grace to thee belongs, And all thy roofs are pictures, And all thy bridges songs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ROOM OF MIRRORS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS JEWISH LULLABY by LOUIS UNTERMEYER A DOUBTFUL CHOICE by EDWARD DE VERE SONNET: TO HIS LUTE by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE COUNTY OF MAYO by THOMAS LAVELLE THE LOVE OF CHRIST WHICH PASSETH KNOWLEDGE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |