Lola Ridge speaks directly to the spires of Grace Church, as if they were alive. She tells them that working people labored for them, struggling alongside the mountains themselves, and gave up their own hopes so this building could rise. The church becomes a dream “swaddled in stone”—like a cherished baby—but it looks down on the very hands that made it. The speaker’s tone is bitter and sorrowful, not neutral. She sees a cruel irony: the workers poured their lives into something beautiful that now scorns them. The mood is stark and accusatory, mixing awe at the stone beauty with anger at the human cost behind it. It leaves you feeling the weight of that sacrifice and the coldness of the finished spire.
Spires — Summary
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.