Good-by now to the streets and the clash of wheels and locking hubs, The sun coming on the brass buckles and harness knobs, The muscles of the horses sliding under their heavy haunches, Good-by now to the traffic policeman and his whistle, The smash of the iron hoof on the stones, All the crazy wonderful slamming roar of the street- O God, there's noises I'm going to be hungry for. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE TOMBS IN WESTMINSTER ABBEY by FRANCIS BEAUMONT JIM, WHO RAN AWAY FROM HIS NURSE, AND WAS EATEN BY A LION by HILAIRE BELLOC THE LITTLE GIRL FOUND, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A DIALOGUE BETWEEN TWO SHEPHERDS IN PRAISE OF ASTRAEA by MARY SIDNEY HERBERT THE SOWER AND HIS SEED by WILLIAM EDWARD HARTPOLE LECKY INSPIRATION (2) by HENRY DAVID THOREAU THE DAUGHTER by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS |