I REACH the marble-streeted town, Whose 'Sound' outbreathes its air Of sharp sea-salts; I see the movement up and down As when she was there. Ships of all countries come and go, The bandsmen boom in the sun A throbbing waltz; The schoolgirls laugh along the Hoe As when she was one. I move away as the music rolls: The place seems not to mind That she - of old The brightest of its native souls - Left it behind! Over this green aforedays she On light treads went and came, Yea, times untold; Yet none here knows her history - Has heard her name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOJOURN IN THE WHALE by MARIANNE MOORE ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 11. ON LOVE - TO A FRIEND by MARK AKENSIDE FLOATING HEARTS by GEORGE BRADFORD BARTLETT PSALM 4. CUM INVOCAREM by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |