Classic Poem

The City Lights from a Skyscraper

From my high window at the fall of night,
I see the low-hung firmament of light:

Like port-holes of a ship afloat in space
Or danger signals in a hidden place;

An iridescent serpent with black jaws;
A banner tattered in a giant's cause;

A sun-touched river winding through the gloom;
Wild writing on the heavens of a doom;

Or just the cottage-candles in a wood
Where children play together and are good.English