@3I WALKED at noon down Broadway And East I turned at Wall, Crossed Nassau Street and William -- Old Glory over all! Did you not do the same, today -- And brush the sudden tear away?@1 The hanging gardens -- how they bloom Far up the builded canyon's gloom! There never was before a spring Of such a wondrous blossoming To make the eye and heart adore!... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! The hanging gardens -- Oh, how brave When on the lifting wind they wave! Nor flaw nor frost can work them wrong, Perennial is the stock, and strong -- In hardihood 'twas sown of yore!... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! The hanging gardens -- colors three Are all the raptured eye can see. No flower exotic here has place, But all are sprung of native race -- The red, the white, the blue -- not more ... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! The hanging gardens -- and how far May crimson band and candid star A looming throw in other skies O'er lands where kindred bloom shall rise From broadcast seed that Freedom bore ... How beautiful, how beautiful -- How beautiful I never knew before! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 47 by ALFRED TENNYSON THE AGE OF WISDOM by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY AFTER CHURCH by SAMUEL ALFRED BEADLE PSALM 41. BEATUS QUI INTELLIGIT by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON READING OF THE DEATH OF THOMAS WOLFE by MARION LOUISE BLISS |