Spires of Grace Church,
For you the workers of the world
Travailed with the mountains…
Aborting their own dreams
Till the dream of you arose-
Beautiful, swaddled in stone-
Scorning their hands.
Spires
Lola Ridge
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Poem topics: beautiful, dream, world, church, stone, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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