Jerusalem of fire And gold and pearl and gem, Saints flock to fill thy choir, Jerusalem. Lo, thrones thou hast for them; Desirous they desire Thy harp, thy diadem. Thy bridal white attire, A palm-branch from thy stem: Thy holiness their hire, Jerusalem. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I COULD TAKE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE UNCERTAINTY PRINCIPLE by JAMES GALVIN SURFACES AND MASKS; 1 by CLARENCE MAJOR DEAR OLD DICK by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: YEE BOW by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |