The new church at Nanking had rose-red roof Of curving tiles that would delight God's eye. With ceremonies honorable, indeed, They gave it to Him one day in July. Before full moon could lend it lustrous crown Reluctant brushes smeared the tiles with black. A red roof lures the enemy's high planes; Grant pardon, God, for fair gift taken back. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUSSEX DRINKING SONG by HILAIRE BELLOC YOUNG BLOOD by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET MARSHALL WASHER by HAYDEN CARRUTH WE FACE THE FUTURE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON VASHTI by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH |