A SHINING city, one Happy in snow and sun, And singing in the rain A paradisal strain. . . . Here is a dream to keep, O Builders, from your sleep. O foolish Builders, wake, Take your trowels, take The poet's dream, and build The city song has willed, That every stone may sing And all your roads may ring With happy wayfaring. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEGRO'S TRAGEDY by CLAUDE MCKAY ESSAY: AT NIGHT THE AUTOPORTRAIT AT NIGHT by ELENI SIKELIANOS AGAINST HOPE by ABRAHAM COWLEY THE DESPAIRING LOVER by WILLIAM WALSH (1663-1707) JUDITH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE TORRISMOND; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |