I STAND upon my island home, My island home in Regent Street, And listen to the ceaseless foam Of traffic breaking at my feet: The sky above is clear and sweet, The summer day is smiling down, I muse upon it, and repeat That there is nobody in town. All day a living metronome Keeps up a firm relentless beat, All day the little children roam Through airless alleys, in the heat; All day the men and women meet With tired eyes, and settled frown, I marvel, in my safe retreat, That there is nobody in town. Ah world beneath the sky's blue dome, In flannels white, and spotless gown, Ah would that such a day might come, When there was nobody in town. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MAY 30, 1893 by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS THE SHRINE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE DIVINE AND MORAL SONGS: 21. LAMENT FOR PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 67 by BLISS CARMAN BEAUTY AND SONG by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AFTER READING HOMER by DIGBY MACKWORTH DOLBEN |