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.
Between the towers reaching high A cradle for the stars is swung; And from this soaring cable curve A latticework of steel is hung.
Around the bridge in afterglow The city’s lights like fireflies gleam, And eyes look up to see the span — A poem stretched across the stream.