THERE lies a little city leagues away. Its wharves the green sea washes all day long. Its busy, sun-bright wharves with sailors' song And clamor of trade ring loud the live-long day. Into the happy harbor hastening, gay With press of snowy canvas, tall ships throng. The peopled streets to blithe-eyed Peace belong, Glad housed beneath these crowding roofs of gray. 'T was long ago this city prospered so, For yesterday a woman died therein. Since when the wharves are idle fallen, I know, And in the streets is hushed the pleasant din; The thronging ships have been, the songs have been; -- Since yesterday it is so long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SLUG IN WOODS by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY KATIE LEE AND WILLIE GREY by JOSIE R. HUNT THE CAVALIER'S SONG by WILLIAM MOTHERWELL ENVOI by JOHN GNEISENAU NEIHARDT SONNETS FROM SERIES RELATING TO EDGAR ALLEN POE: 1 by SARAH HELEN POWER WHITMAN |