I GAZE upon a city, A city new and strange: Down many a watery viste My fancy takes a range; From side to side I saunter, And wonder where I am;-- And can you be in England, And I at Rotterdam! Before me lie dark waters, In broad canals and deep, Whereon the silver moonbeams Sleep, restless in their sleep: A sort of vulgar Venice Reminds me where I am,-- Yes, yes, you are in England, And I'm at Rotterdam. Tall houses with quaint gables, Where frequent windows shine, And quays that lead to bridges, And trees in formal line, And masts of spicy vessels, From distant Surinam, All tell me you're in England, And I'm in Rotterdam. Those sailors--how outlandish The face and garb of each! They deal in foreign gestures, And use a foreign speech; A tongue not learned near Isis, Or studied by the Cam, Declares that you're in England, But I'm at Rotterdam. And now across a market My doubtful way I trace, Where stands a solemn statue, The Genius of the place; And to the great Erasmus I offer my salaam,-- Who tells me you're in England, And I'm at Rotterdam. The coffer-room is open, I mingle in its crowd; The dominoes are rattling, The bookahs raise a cloud; A flavour, none of Fearon's, That mingles with my dram, Reminds me you're in England, But I'm in Rotterdam. Then here it goes, a bumper,-- The toast it shall be mine, In schiedam, or in sherry, Tokay, or hock of Rhine,-- It well deserves the brightest, Where sunbeam ever swam-- 'The girl I love in England', I drink at Rotterdam! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARRIAGE A-LA-MODE: SONG by JOHN DRYDEN ECLOGUE: THE COMMON A-TOOK IN by WILLIAM BARNES CAPTAIN MORROW'S THANKSGIVING by LILLIE E. BARR FOR ONE WHO IS SERENE by MARGARET E. BRUNER THE CONSTANT by ABRAHAM COWLEY WAR IS KIND: 9 by STEPHEN CRANE |