Who says that Eagle Rock was not well named Has never thither climbed, nor, raptured, strayed Along its floor, by jutting rock upstayed! An eagle-spirit bides there, all untamed As in those days when none fee-simple claimed, But flowing forests its dark sides arrayed. Still giant trees make there a colonnade And gothic windows, where great skies are framed. Go, on a summer afternoon, and gaze -- Far eastward, on one glamorous view of all, Where, like a dream of lost and golden days, Or like mirage of shimmering tower and wall, @3New York@1 across grey waters pictured lies -- Luminous, hushed, a city of the skies! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ARIZONA POEMS: 4. THE WINDMILLS by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER TO ELECTRA (1) by ROBERT HERRICK THE BABY, FR. AT THE BACK OF THE NORTH WIND by GEORGE MACDONALD TWENTY GOLDEN YEARS AGO by JAMES CLARENCE MANGAN ON CHLORIS WALKING IN THE SNOW by WILLIAM STRODE NOVEMBER by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO L.E.L. ON THE DEATH OF FELICIA HEMANS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |