Where now the bells of Trinity are heard, Once in the willows sang a hidden bird, Where sits Columbia upon the height, A stag pressed ferny hollows all the night. Where now the Tombs disturbs the dark with sighs, A lilied pond looked up to happy skies. Where now behind a Doric colonnade The busy pens compute the nation's trade, There on the rippling river's reedy edge A beaver built his lodge along the ledge: And down Broadway, where now the millions pass, Once ran a crest of flowers in seas of grass. Manhattan, like a kneeling camel, lay, Humped with her ridges, looking toward the Bay, A hundred springs, a hundred hasty rills Ran silverly among the little hills. The world was hushed; September's windy gold Was edging all the boughs with beauty old; And far-blown shreds of smoke Went bluely winding over the woods of oak, Or lifted whirls that lived their little span Above the wigwams of Sapponikan. A dusky hunter lurking on a ledge Looked to the south, out to the ocean's edge And suddenly a sea-thing with white wings Came like a moth the wind of evening brings. What could the wonder be? What shape of earth, what spirit of the sea? A look, a cry, a leap, And he went plunging down the rocky steep, Flaring through tangled vines a sudden trail, Crushing wild mints to scent the tender gale— Down the long ridges ran, Bearing the tidings to Sapponikan. A great white weary ship came drifting in. Upon her stern a painted moon she bore, Upon her poop the starry heaven she wore; While strange, grave men with beards upon the chin Looked out with wondering eyes and alien speech, Hailing the pluméd men upon the beach, Down plunged an anchor, then with loud acclaim Up went the flag of Holland like a flame! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EIGHTEEN-DOLLAR TAXI TRIP TO TIZAPAN AND BACK TO CHAPALA by CLARENCE MAJOR SPRING by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE SHEPHERD OF KING ADMETUS by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL TO JANE: THE RECOLLECTION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER THE BROOK by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 19 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT A DEAD MOTHER by GORDON BOTTOMLEY A DEDICATORY ELEGY TO THE ... UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE by ABRAHAM COWLEY |