Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie, And watch the Lovers wander—Song and Spring— But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! A great triangle shaft uplifts on high Its columned shrine wherein the presses sing; Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie. With flocks of clouds the Shepherd-wind goes by, White poppies 'mid the waving grasses swing— But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! As to a fairy castle we draw nigh When home the ferries bear us, marvelling; Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie. Across the empty fields the trumpets die That meadow larks unto the morning fling— But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! Far off I hear the city's aching cry, Where Life and Death are Lovers, wandering; Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie, But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ULTIMA THULE: MY CATHEDRAL by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE WINNING OF POMONA by WILLIAM ROSE BENET NATURE AND LOVE by STOPFORD AUGUSTUS BROOKE THE NEW AND THE OLD by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT SECOND FIDDLE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A VERSION OF THE OSSIAN'S ADDRESS TO THE SUN by GEORGE GORDON BYRON IN HONOR OF BARNABE BARNES' 'FOUR BOOKS OF OFFICES': TO THE READER by THOMAS CAMPION CANZONE: HIS LAMENT FOR SELVAGGIA by CINO DA PISTOIA ON THE LAMENTED DEATH OF MY DEAR UNCLE, MR. RADCLIFF STANHOPE by CHARLES COTTON |