The smokestacks mingle with the bridges,
And the bridges with the highways;
The lights of towers, up the ridges,
Twinkle through the skyways.
Though creations here are single,
All keen works by man’s design
Combine in joy and mingle.
Why not mine with thine?

See the jet-trails clasp the heavens,
And the boat-wakes clasp each other;
All sister steam-clouds but enliven
Air, in a waltz-up hover.
And strong railways clasp the earth,
And tall lighthouses kiss the sea:
What is all this great work worth
If you kiss not me?