LIKE bodiless water passing in a sigh, Thro' palsied streets the fatal shadows flow, And in their sharp disastrous undertow Suck in the morning sun, and all the sky. The towery vista sinks upon the eye, As if it heard the Hebrew bugles blow, Black and dissolved; nor could the founders know How what was built so bright should daily die. Thy mood with man's is broken and blent in, City of Stains! and ache of thought doth drown The primitive light in which thy life began; Great as thy dole is, smirched with his sin, Greater and elder yet the love of man Full in thy look, tho' the dark visor's down. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, 1802 (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH SUBJECT LOVE, FOR THE VASE AT BATHEASTON VILLA by JANE BOWDLER THERE ARE SO MANY WAYS TO LOVE HIM by HELENA CARUS AT PARTYING by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE TWO WEDDED HEARTS; FRAGMENT: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE TALES OF THE HALL: BOOK 10. THE OLD BACHELOR by GEORGE CRABBE |