THE bridges mingle with the river, And the river with the ocean; The lights of Boston mix forever With a jagged motion; Not a lamp-post near looks single; All things, when in town I dine, With weird, uncanny phantoms mingle, Why not I with wine? See the house-tops fall from heaven! And that chimney hit the other -- A college man would be forgiven If home he'd help a brother. Is it the sun that shines on earth, Or moonbeams that I see? What are all my struggles worth, Since I've lost my key? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY THE LEAVES OF THE TREE HIDE THE SUN by DAVID IGNATOW DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHAMBER MUSIC: 14 by JAMES JOYCE |