THERE lies a little city leagues away. Its wharves the green sea washes all day long. Its busy, sun-bright wharves with sailors' song And clamor of trade ring loud the live-long day. Into the happy harbor hastening, gay With press of snowy canvas, tall ships throng. The peopled streets to blithe-eyed Peace belong, Glad housed beneath these crowding roofs of gray. 'T was long ago this city prospered so, For yesterday a woman died therein. Since when the wharves are idle fallen, I know, And in the streets is hushed the pleasant din; The thronging ships have been, the songs have been; -- Since yesterday it is so long ago. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH AND DOCTOR HORNBOOK; A TRUE STORY by ROBERT BURNS SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 18 by THOMAS CAMPION WITH AN ALBUM by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR MILTON; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 64 by PHILIP SIDNEY IN ENVY OF COWS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |