FROM where I sit the city's ceaseless roar Surges in tides around my casement sash, The sea of sound heaves now a sudden crash And now a tremble from a distant shore; Soft rumbles sweep my window-railing o'er, The muffled booms come in with softened plash, The whistles pierce the panes as though a flash Of lightning had cut through my dwelling's core. Strange messages this restless ocean bears; I catch the blows of labor, — whir of wheels, The sob of grief, the ceaseless sigh of cares, The shouts of far applause, the mighty peals Of human battle on the thoroughfares, Whose every hour a tragedy reveals. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SUICIDE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY QUATRAIN: SPENDTHRIFT by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE GIRL'S LAMENTATION by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM COMPANIONSHIP by MABEL WARREN ARNOLD MANCHESTER BY NIGHT by MATHILDE BLIND PILATE'S WIFE'S DREAM by CHARLOTTE BRONTE |