"Brussels" [poem]
 Brussels
The racking clouds were eddying fast
Upon the bosom of the blast 1
In wild confusion fiercely driven
Ruskin's line number
115

Fled they across the face of
The fitful gust came shrieking high
System generated line number
5

The rattling rain flew driving by
But where the horizon stretched away
Towards the couch of parting day
Ruskin's line number
120
mind
a

A streak of paly light was seen
The heaped and darkling clouds between
System generated line number
10

Against that light for time full brief
Brussels arose in dark relief
Colossal on the western fire
Ruskin's line number
125

Seemed massive tower and slender spire
Nearer and nearer as we drew
System generated line number
15

More strongly marked the outlines grew
Till of the buildings you might see
Distinct the gothic tracerie
Ruskin's line number
130

The drawbridge rung, we past the gate 2
And regal Brussels entered straight
System generated line number
20

It stirs, to see the human tide
That marks a city in its pride
That fitful oceans eddying sweep
Ruskin's line number
135

Is still more changeful than the deep
For those dark billows as they roll
System generated line number
25

Mark movements of the human soul.
Yet in that city there was none
Of that confused and busy hum
Ruskin's line number
140

That tells of traffic & of trade
No, Brussels time of power is
was
sped
System generated line number
30

Yet in her streets was something seen
Spoke what the city once had been
Our rapid course as now we wheel
Ruskin's line number
145

Where she rose the huge Hotel de ville 3
The noble spires proportions high
System generated line number
35

Stood forth upon the cloudy sky
In rich all its fretted majesty.
And his last light the sun had sent
Ruskin's line number
150

On Buttress and on Battlement
That while the houses were arrayed
System generated line number
40

In all the depth of twilight shade
Yet shot there faint a yellow glow
Where the tall arches shafted show
Ruskin's line number
155

Glimmered a moment there the ray
Then fainter grew, and past away
System generated line number
45

Oh Brussels, Brussels thou hast been
Th Of many an action strange, the scene
Thou sawst, on Julys dreadful night 4
Ruskin's line number
160

The veterans rushing to the fight
Thou heardest, when the word was spoken
System generated line number
50

At midnight thy repose was broken
The
By
tramp of men and neigh of steed

Battalions bursting forth to bleed
Ruskin's line number
165

Till the dark phalanx waving crest
Forth from thy gates was forward prest
System generated line number
55

And Breaking with the morning mild
The distant roar of battle wild
And later still the rabble shout
Ruskin's line number
170

And revolutions riot rout
Leaving such marks as long shall tell
System generated line number
60

Of dark destruction fierce and fell.