Poems (King)/Washington from Dumbarton Towers
Washington from Dumbarton Towers
EASTWARD and south the city lies adream,
White shaft and golden dome and soaring tower
Enwrapped in violet haze of autumn hour,
Asleep beneath magician's spell they seem.
Across the wold, Potomac's storied stream,—
Whose banks the trailing willow trees embower,—
Runs golden in the sunlight's dazzling shower,
And 'neath the sky's blue concave bright doth gleam.
White shaft and golden dome and soaring tower
Enwrapped in violet haze of autumn hour,
Asleep beneath magician's spell they seem.
Across the wold, Potomac's storied stream,—
Whose banks the trailing willow trees embower,—
Runs golden in the sunlight's dazzling shower,
And 'neath the sky's blue concave bright doth gleam.
Like as the city of an artist's brush,
Serene it lies amid a landscape rare,
Naught hinting of life's turmoil, din and rush,
But breathing rest and joy forever fair;
And e'en from morn till twilight's holy hush
A coronal of peace it seems to wear.
Serene it lies amid a landscape rare,
Naught hinting of life's turmoil, din and rush,
But breathing rest and joy forever fair;
And e'en from morn till twilight's holy hush
A coronal of peace it seems to wear.