The moonlight creeps across yon gilded roof, And northward far of massive block on block The spire of Grace is dim; the stubborn rock Echoes beneath the roar of wheel and hoof Along Broadway—a human warp whose woof Is spun by hurrying crowds that bridgeward flock; Some with glad faces, some who seem to mock, Some sad, and some who coldly hold aloof. Yet here is calm for which the self has sought! When crushing grief and stormy rapture meet And mingle here, as night subdues the day, Be silent, till thy anxious soul has caught The harmony wherein the incomplete, Defiant, private note must pass away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARCHIMEDES LAST FORAY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE EXISTING POOL by HAYDEN CARRUTH PLACE FOR A THIRD by ROBERT FROST THE SEMANTICS OF FLOWERS ON MEMORIAL DAY by BOB HICOK TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE OCTOROON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE COLOR SERGEANT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |