TWO BACKGROUNDS

By Edith Wharton

HERE by the ample river's argent sweep,

Bosomed in tilth and vintage to her walls,

A tower-crowned Cybele in armoured sleep

The city lies, fat plenty in her halls,

With calm parochial spires that hold in fee

The friendly gables clustered at their base,

And, equipoised o'er tower and market-place,

The Gothic minister's winged immensity;

And in that narrow burgh, with equal mood,

Two placid hearts, to all life's good resigned,

Might, from the altar to the lych-gate, find

Long years of peace and dreamless plenitude.