Proudly she rears her head on high, Stretching her arms into the sky. Fleecy clouds have veiled her eyes From dazzling sunbeams, as daylight dies. The strong wind holds her in his embrace, And boldly strives to uncover her face. In quiet aloofness she towers above Discarded remains of the city's love. Tomorrow, perhaps, a new bride will appear, And look in disdain on the old queen's bier! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS HEART, INTO A BIRD by PHILIP AYRES THE UNKNOWN WOMAN by ALEXANDER (ALEKSANDR) ALEXANDROVICH BLOK A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 34 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT VERMONT 'TAVERN STANDS' by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY THE FIELD SWEET-BRIER by ALICE CARY UPON PRINCESS ELIZABETH, BORN THE NIGHT BEFORE NEW YEAR'S DAY by JOHN CLEVELAND |