The City is astir ere Dawn has come, She has arisen, shaken herself from sleep, And over all her pinnacles surges deep The noise of life, in a reverberant hum. The Summer dream is over: wake, O wake, You gemmed Aladdin caverns of long nights! Let lamps into the Dawn their long hair shake, And let the roaring streets o'erflow with lights! Let the wind-shuttles, on the chimney looms, Weave the great web of smoke, which, cast afar, Blots from our ken each planet, every star. Let Dawn be lost within those glittering glooms. For Winter, which makes Nature stiff and dumb, Fills man with his heroic dream of old: With all his surging fevered search for gold The City is astir, ere dawn has come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MORNING IN CAMP by HERBERT BASHFORD THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): EROS AND HIS MOTHER by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS LATIMER AND RIDLEY, BURNED AT THE STAKE IN OXFORD, 1555 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PSALM 24 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 25, ASKING FOR HER HEART (3) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |