The Poetical Works of George Barlow In Ten [Eleven] Volumes |
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THE CROWNLESS CITY
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THE CROWNLESS CITY
Not Florence, nor the Baian bay, I sing,
Nor sunny vine-clad slopes of southern France
Nor gardens where the Spanish maidens dance
With laughter in a white-armed starry ring,
Not unto Palestine, nor Greece, I cling,
As many with a longing backward glance,—
Through London's flowerless gloom my steps advance,
The crownless city seeks a crownless king.
Nor sunny vine-clad slopes of southern France
Nor gardens where the Spanish maidens dance
With laughter in a white-armed starry ring,
Not unto Palestine, nor Greece, I cling,
As many with a longing backward glance,—
Through London's flowerless gloom my steps advance,
The crownless city seeks a crownless king.
Mine are the suns of morning, looming red
Through misery and smoke, till gleams of blue,
Occasional at midday, glisten through,
Across our patient care-worn foreheads shed:
Mine is the sorrow,—mine the imperial head,
The sinless locks, of London born anew.
Through misery and smoke, till gleams of blue,
Occasional at midday, glisten through,
Across our patient care-worn foreheads shed:
Mine is the sorrow,—mine the imperial head,
The sinless locks, of London born anew.
1871.
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