How many dawns, chill from his rippling rest
The seagulls wings shall dip and pivot him
Shedding white rings of tumult, building high
Over the chained bay waters, Liberty
Then, with inviolate curve, forsake our eyes
As apparitional as sails that cross,
Some pages of figures to file away
Till elevators drop us from our day
I think of cinemas, of panoramic sleights
With multitudes bent toward some flashing screen
Never disclosed, yet hastened to again
Foretold to other eyes on the same screen
And thee across the harbor, silvery-paced
As though the sun took step of thee, yet left
Some motion ever unspent in thy stride
Implicitly, thy freedom staying thee.
Out of some subway, scuttle, cell or loft
A bedlamite speeds to thy parapets
Tilting momently, shrill shirt ballooning
A jest falls from the speechless caravan.
Down Wall, from girder into street noon leaks
A rip-tooth of the sky's acetylene
All afternoon the cloud flown derricks turn
Thy cables breathe the North Atlantic still
And as obscure as that heaven of the Jews
Thy guerdon, accolade thou dost bestow
of Anonymity time cannot raise
Vibrant reprieve and pardon thou dost show
O harp and alter of the fury fused!
How could mere toil align thy choiring strings?
Terrific threshold of the prophet's pledge
Prayer of pariah and the lover's cry
Again the traffic lights that skim thy swift
Unfractioned idiom, immaculate sigh of stars
Beeding thy path, condense eternity
And we have seen night lifted in thine arms
The city's fiery parcels all undone
Already snow submerges an iron year
Under thy shadow, by the piers I waited
Only in darkness is thy shadow clear
O sleepless as the river under thee
Vaulting the sea, the praries' dreaming sod
Unto us lowliest sometimes sweep, descend
And of the curveship lend a myth to God