Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CHARADE, by HORACE SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Oh! What a glorious city! -- behold Last Line: But the warfare is over: there's peace in my third! Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Horatio Subject(s): Beauty; Death; Fate; Flowers; Hearts; Dead, The; Destiny | ||||||||
OH! what a glorious city! -- behold Its obelisks, pyramids, sphinx-guarded fanes, You gaze on Bubastis in Egypt of old, And hark! to those sacred melodious strains! The dulcimer, harp, shawm, and tabret combine With the choral rejoicings and anthems that burst From yon temple's august and magnificent shrine, Where prostrated crowds are adoring my First. How strange the conflicting caprices and whims Of blind superstition! some ages are fled, And the object which living was worshipped with hymns, And graced with an apotheosis when dead, In Europe is marked for proscription and ban, As leagued with the foul and unsanctified crew Who ply the black art that's forbidden to man, And with spirits of darkness dark courses pursue. And where is my changeable Second displayed? In the belle and the bird, in the damsel and crone, In the foul and the fair, in the matron and maid, In the dabbler in mud, in the queen on her throne. Who can reckon its changes of form and abode? Arched and square, low and dirty, distorted and strait, It is seen in the ditch, on the dunghill, the road, In the huts of the poor, in the halls of the great. It is pure flesh and blood, when from Nature's own hand: Made by man, its diversified substance is found In the fish of the deep, in the beasts of the land, In the trees of the field, in the ore under ground. If sometimes 'tis worn unembellished and plain, By the wives or the daughters of niggardly churls, At others 'tis decked with a glittering train Of diamonds and amethysts, rubies and pearls. In my populous Third what a withering change From the bushy Bubastis my first gave to sight: No sunbeam, no moon gilds its desolate range; All is silence profound and perpetual night. It has numberless houses and each one contains A single inhabitant ever asleep, No footfall is heard in its streets and its lanes, In the midst of a crowd there is solitude deep. Here lovers whose union has long been denied, Often meet, but no love-breathing whisper is heard; Here bitterest foemen are placed side by side, But the warfare is over: there's peace in my Third! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ATTEMPTING TO ANSWER DAVID IGNATOW'S QUESTION by ROBERT BLY FROST AND HIS ENEMIES by ROBERT BLY THE WORLDS IN THIS WORLD by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR UNABLE TO FIND by LAURE-ANNE BOSSELAAR TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: FINDING OF THE BODY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WE COME BACK by KENNETH REXROTH THE WAKING (2) by THEODORE ROETHKE ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH |
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