Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EMPTY, by BERTON BRALEY Poet's Biography First Line: Oh, little house of pleasant dreams Last Line: Whose dreams are flown. Subject(s): Religion; Theology | ||||||||
Oh Little House of Pleasant Dreams, The dreams are fled And you are but four empty walls Whose soul is dead. The garden that was magic soil Is common loam, And there is nothing but a house Which was a Home. Still through your windows shines the sun And breathes the air, The quaint old rugs and furniture Unchanged, are there; Yet they seem bathed in ghostly light Chill, pale and wan, For there's no warmth in any house Whose dreams are gone. Love touched you with its rosy glow By night and day But love with clipped and wounded wings Has limped away, And leaves a shelternothing more Of wood and stone. A Little House of Pleasant Dreams Whose dreams are flown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MYSTIC BOUNCE by TERRANCE HAYES MATHEMATICS CONSIDERED AS A VICE by ANTHONY HECHT UNHOLY SONNET 11 by MARK JARMAN SHINE, PERISHING REPUBLIC by ROBINSON JEFFERS THE COMING OF THE PLAGUE by WELDON KEES A LITHUANIAN ELEGY by ROBERT KELLY |
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