WHERE the trolley's rumble <br />Jars the bones, <br />He hears waves that tumble <br />Green-linked weed along the golden stones. <br /> <br />Where the crane goes clanging <br />Chains and bars, <br />He sees branches hanging <br />Little leaves against the laughing stars. <br /> <br />Where the molten metals <br />Curdle bright, <br />He sees cherry petals <br />Fallen on blue violets in the night. <br /> <br />When the glow is leaping <br />Redly hurled, <br />He sees roses sleeping, <br />Forest-roses in a windy world.<br /><br />Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-woodsman-in-the-foundry/
