Explore "Some Verses: Sonnets: EVENING AT WASHINGTON" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The purple stretches of the evening sky / Lean to the fair white city waiting here, / Flecking with gold the marble's lifted tier, / Down the blue marsh where crows to Southward fly.
Flanked by dim ramparts, where the tide dreams by, / High from the city's heart, a lifted spear, / In its straight splendour makes the heavens seem near, / Symbol of man-made force that shall not die.
To the tall crest we gaze in self-command, / Assured the world's our own and we may dare / To raise our Babel thro' forbidden aisles / And hold the skirt of knowledge in our hand, / Great in our moment, spurn the world's despair; / While Heaven looks down through calm unmeasured miles.