@3Northward! Northward! Goddess of the Tower, Driving back the dappled cloud, Bend thy golden bow. Mignonette and violet and autumn's tawny flower Fill with bloom and vague perfume The humming ways below. Down from his mountains Hudson rolls away, Pouring forth their balsam breath Upon our jaded strands; Eastward, westward, southward to the Bay Rock like bare November woods The masts of many lands. Day lifts up the hymnal of the street; Night hath lamps Of silver for thy shrine; Air-drift, cloud-drift play about thy feet; Moonlight, starlight, Touch thy brow divine. Ward our gates, Wielder of the Bow! Guard with us a nation's weal, Regent of the skies! Crowd with keels the winnowed waves That round our island flow! Shop and mart to thee shall raise The smoke of sacrifice!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BROWN'S BODY by CHARLES SPRAGUE HALL THE HOUSE OF LIFE: JENNY by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE REVENGE; A BALLAD OF THE FLEET by ALFRED TENNYSON COLUMBUS AT THE CONVENT [JULY, 1491] by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE INVOCATION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE VILLANELLE OF THINGS AMUSING by FRANK GELETT BURGESS |