GIRDERS of iron; bridges wrought of steel, Fashioned by Titans labouring in night, Naked against a sullen glow of light From furnaces wherein the hot floods reel Flame-drunken; toil-engirdled men that feel The pulse of elemental world-ways; might And power; blind forces without sense of sight In depths and shadows which the hills conceal. These were as far-off visions in a dream; Silence, that knows no speech, was utter lord; 'Earth is asleep, asleep her toiling men, Naught wakes,' I said. There broke a sudden gleam And, out of darkness, thunderous there roared The onrush—passed—and all was night again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS by PADRAIC COLUM A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER THE LIVING TEMPLE by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FAIRIES' SONG by THOMAS RANDOLPH SONNET: 2. FEBRUARY AFTERNOON by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 5. SHE THINKS OF THE FAITHFUL ONE by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS |