Classic and Contemporary Poetry
RIVERSIDE, by JOHN MYERS O'HARA Poet's Biography First Line: Across the slopes whose wooded spaces hide Last Line: Shines like a limpid jewel in the night. Subject(s): Riverside Drive, New York City | ||||||||
Across the slopes whose wooded spaces hide The Hudson's sweep, rising more royal than Above the Tiber that of Hadrian, A tomb looms domed and dim o'er dusk and tide; All dreams of alien beauty that abide, The memory of lands beyond the span Of seas that sing the deeds of god and man, May reinspire the soul on Riverside. And now the mists are falling on the far Wide silver of the river, and a star Burns in the pines that crown the Palisades. Slowly the final streak of sunlight fades, And Claremont, with the lamps against its white, Shines like a limpid jewel in the night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NEW APOCRYPHA: BERENICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HITS AND RUNS by CARL SANDBURG THE HOUSE ON THE HILL by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON TO THE MEN OF KENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE SECOND DAYES LAMENTATION OF THE AFFECTIONATE SHEPHEARD by RICHARD BARNFIELD |
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