In this, the City of my Discontent, Sometimes there comes a whisper from the grass, "Romance, Romance -- is here. No Hindu town Is quite so strange. No Citadel of Brass By Sinbad found, held half such love and hate; No picture-palace in a picture-book Such webs of Friendship, Beauty, Greed and Fate!" In this, the City of my Discontent, Down from the sky, up from the smoking deep Wild legends new and old burn round my bed While trees and grass and men are wrapped in sleep. Angels come down, with Christmas in their hearts, Gentle, whimsical, laughing, heaven-sent; And, for a day, fair Peace have given me In this, the City of my Discontent! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING MADAGASCAR: AUBADE by WILLIAM DAVENANT MOON-BRIGHT DREAMS by WILLIAM EDWARD ADAMS PEACE GUARANTEED by MARY J. ARMSTRONG THAT'S HER PRIVILEGE by BERTON BRALEY ELEGY ON THE YEAR 1788 by ROBERT BURNS |