Classic Poem

Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie,
And watch the Lovers wander — Song and Spring —
But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky!

A great triangle shaft uplifts on high
Its columned shrine wherein the presses sing;
Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie.

With flocks of clouds the Shepherd-wind goes by,
White poppies mid the waving grasses swing —
But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky!

As to a fairy castle we draw nigh
When home the ferries bear us, marvelling;
Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie.

Across the empty fields the trumpets die
That meadow-larks unto the morning fling —
But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky!

Far off I hear the city's aching cry,
Where Life and Death are Lovers, wandering;
Beneath the arches of the leaves I lie, —
But oh, the towers set in Gotham's sky!