FAINT forms of giant buildings in the night Across the flat, steel spider-web are seen, While like strange stars the lamps of red and green Hang in the ebon air at every height In placid peace with all the lamps of white. Beyond the bridge the weary cars convene, Sunk in a slumber soundless and serene, Wrapped well in robes of darkness recondite: But here the trembling engines thunder by, Drawing their trains of peopled palace cars, The great black beasts of beauty sing and sigh, The whistles cut the air like scimitars, And these much-traveled tracks of traffic lie Gleaming of silver underneath the stars. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ENVOYS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW MINIVER CHEEVY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON THE LAND OF NOD by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE SEAMSTRESS by HENRI BARBUSSE ASPIRATIONS: 10 by MATHILDE BLIND LOVE IS MASTER STILL by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE STAIR by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |