AND all hours long, the
town
Roars like a beast in a cave
That is wounded
there
And like to
drown;
While days rush, wave after wave
On its
lair.
An invisible woe unseals
The flood, so it
passes beyond
All
bounds: the great old city
Recumbent roars as it feels
The foamy paw of
the pond
Reach from
immensity.
But all that it can do
Now, as the tide
rises,
Is to listen
and hear the grim
Waves crash like thunder through
The splintered streets, hear
noises
Roll hollow
in the interim.