Classic Poem

BEAUTY SPEAKS:

" In the dark of his heart he muttered,
(Man, my greedy child,)
" I will build me a black city
Beside the waters.
Of slate and iron will I build it,
And the fierceness of my desire.
I will build it high
(That I may outreach my brother)
With many ladders;
And men in the ships shall look upon it
To say, It is mighty and fearful."

" And I laughed low in my heart and plotted,
I will build me a blue palace
Out of the waste breath of your striving,
A blue palace upon a cliff,
With many windows.
I will deck it with plumy banners;
And men in the ships shall look upon it
And say, It is beautiful!

" And when he was come up by his many ladders,
He found me waiting by my silver windows,
Me,
His mother,
Dreaming. "