Remember? We, the city, shall remember, When living leaves of summer downward bend To kiss the leaves of stone on his carved lintels, And his white pillars through the dusk ascend. For he made wood to feel and stone to dream. Out of the rock, lightly as blooms a flower, His sensitive hand evoked the spell. Remember? -- He is our silver spire, our lighted tower. Remember? We, the city, shall remember, Thankful to art that, since all arts began, Now and again stand out against oblivion The features of a building or a man. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DECISION (APRIL 14, 1861) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THESMOPHORIAZUSAE: WOMEN'S CHORUS by ARISTOPHANES SONNET: THE EVENING STAR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SONG, FR. MEASURE FOR MEASURE by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |