Crossing East River Bridge
Night's darkest curtains hang around;
You bridge, a wondrous web of wires,
Spans the bent arm 'twixt sea and Sound —
Twin cities burn their beacon fires.
The long arc of electric light,
With steady and far-reaching rays,
Shadows upon the waters bright
The structure's cables, ropes, and stays.
Godlike its majesty and rest, —
Mute challenge to the centuries' roll, —
But ever runs in fruitless quest
The river, like a human soul.
You bridge, a wondrous web of wires,
Spans the bent arm 'twixt sea and Sound —
Twin cities burn their beacon fires.
The long arc of electric light,
With steady and far-reaching rays,
Shadows upon the waters bright
The structure's cables, ropes, and stays.
Godlike its majesty and rest, —
Mute challenge to the centuries' roll, —
But ever runs in fruitless quest
The river, like a human soul.
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