Beneath this pavement here, once grasses grew, And pliant saplings gently whipped the breeze; Here flowers bloomed, and vines made filigrees, Here loamy earth was decked with glistening dew. Where pompous buildings make an avenue Once echoed rumbling ariettes of bees, And mocking birds sang out their reveilles; Here rabbits played, and wary field mice, too. Where street cars lurch, and automobiles pass Once was a brook, where I was wont to dream, And while away long hours upon the grass While thinking on some vague, ambitious scheme. Now, here the earth is hard, and cold as glass, As if, in darksome fury, men blaspheme. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WORD OF SUMMER by ELSA BARKER EPITAPH ON TWO YOUNG MEN NAMED LEITCH IN CROSSING THE RIVER SOUTHESK by JAMES BEATTIE GERARDA by ELOISE ALBERTA VERONICA BIBB TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS |