Brooklyn Bridge: Nightfall
Against the city’s gleaming spires,
Above the ships that ply the stream,
A bridge of haunting beauty stands —
Fulfillment of an artist’s dream.
From deep beneath the tidal flow
Two granite towers proudly rise
To hold the pendent strands aloft —
A harp against the sunset skies.
Each pylon frames, between its shafts,
Twin Gothic portals pierced with blue
And crowned with magic laced design
Of lines and curves that Euclid knew.
The silver meshings of the net
Are beaded with the stars of night
Like jeweled dewdrops that adorn
A spiderweb in evening light.
