White wing'd below the darkling clouds
The driven sea-gulls wheel;
The roused sea flings a storm against
The towers of stone and steel.
The very voice of ocean rings
Along the shaken street-
Dusk, storm, and beauty whelm the world
Where sea and city meet-
But what care they for flashing wings,
Quick beauty, loud refrain,
These huddled thousands, deaf and blind
To all but greed and gain?
Lower New York'a Storm
Don Marquis
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Poem topics: city, greed, ocean, world, wing, voice, white, steel, street, blind, stone, wheel, gain, beauty, storm, sea, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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