CITY of homes and in my heart my home! (Though other streets exact a grudging fee): How leap my pulses when afar I see The dawn creep whitening down thy solemn dome! For now my care-restricted steps may roam Thy urban groves -- a forest soon to be -- Where, like thy shining river, placid, free, Contentment dwells and beckons me to come. Ah, city dear to lovers! -- that dost keep For their delight what Mays and what Novembers! -- Kindling the flame, and if it ever sleep, New-lighting it within the breathing embers; Dear even in their sorrow! for when they weep 'T is for rare joys, scarce known till Love remembers. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RUSSIAN ARMY GOES INTO BAKU by ALICIA SUSKIN OSTRIKER YOUR HANDS by ANGELINA WELD GRIMKE SUMMER MATURES by HELENE JOHNSON MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH LAMENT OF THE MASTER ERSKINE by ALEXANDER SCOTT (1520-1590) |