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Excerpt from Red Roofs: And Other Poems Red roofs across the river! ere the gloom Creeps o'er the glory of the drooping day, Ye blaze with rubies, and with roses bloom; Then fades your beauty into dusk away. What generations of admiring eyes Have gazed, then, death-dimmed, ceased on you to gaze! But still responsive to the sunset skies, Ye bloom with roses, and with rubies blaze. Old town, and quaint, say who it was that planned Your narrow lanes, and stairway alleys high, That climb the cliff, and built you round the strand, As if to hear the river whispering by. I see the centuries moving through your streets - Slow serfs, proud lords, black jetters, fishers brown, And, back from northern blasts and tropic heats, The welcomed sailor in his bluff renown. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
