Now burst above the city's cold twilight The piercing whistles and the tower-clocks: For day is done. Along the frozen docks The workmen set their ragged shirts aright. Thro' factory doors a stream of dingy light Follows the scrimmage as it quickly flocks To hut and home among the snow's gray blocks. -- I love you, human labourers. Good-night! Good-night to all the blackened arms that ache! Good-night to every sick and sweated brow, To the poor girl that strength and love forsake, To the poor boy who can no more! I vow The victim soon shall shudder at the stake And fall in blood: we bring him even now. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET WRITTEN IN DISGUST OF VULGAR SUPERSTITION by JOHN KEATS THE LITTLE HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY CALIBAN [ON THE ISLAND], FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DEPARTURE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE MERMAIDEN by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE LITTLE ONES by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |