Classic Poem

I see a gorgeous city, pompous, grand,
And hear it weeping with pain long borne.
It is built on rock and nobly planned,
The glory shine like bloom with leaf and thorn.

I feel its memories in brick and stone,
And lift my eyes to see the sky and stars.
Unpainted rock in weathered greys and blown
With winds and well I understand the bars.

From walk to turret there are many eyes,
Perhaps some measuring these thoughts of mine,
What color hair? How long the coat and thighs?
It may be true we drink the self-same wine.