@3I WALKED at noon down Broadway And East I turned at Wall, Crossed Nassau Street and William -- Old Glory over all! Did you not do the same, today -- And brush the sudden tear away?@1 The hanging gardens -- how they bloom Far up the builded canyon's gloom! There never was before a spring Of such a wondrous blossoming To make the eye and heart adore!... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! The hanging gardens -- Oh, how brave When on the lifting wind they wave! Nor flaw nor frost can work them wrong, Perennial is the stock, and strong -- In hardihood 'twas sown of yore!... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! The hanging gardens -- colors three Are all the raptured eye can see. No flower exotic here has place, But all are sprung of native race -- The red, the white, the blue -- not more ... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! The hanging gardens -- and how far May crimson band and candid star A looming throw in other skies O'er lands where kindred bloom shall rise From broadcast seed that Freedom bore ... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEA SLUMBER-SONG by RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL EPIPSYCHIDION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A WRECKED LOCOMOTIVE by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TANNHAUSER; OR, THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON AN EX-SERVICEMAN MAKES A VOW by VINCENT GODFREY BURNS TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. A COTTAGE AMONG THE HILLS by EDWARD CARPENTER |