I cannot live with You - It would be Life - And Life is over there - Behind the Shelf The Sexton keeps the Key to - Putting up Our Life - His Porcelain - Like a Cup - Discarded of the Housewife - Quaint - or Broke - A newer Sevres pleases - Old Ones crack - I could not die - with You - For One must wait To shut the Other's Gaze down - You - could not - And I - Could I stand by And see You - freeze - Without my Right of Frost - Death's privilege? Nor could I rise - with You - Because Your Face Would put out Jesus' - That New Grace Glow plain - and foreign On my homesick Eye - Except that You than He Shone closer by - They'd judge Us - How - For You - served Heaven - You know, Or sought to - I could not - Because You saturated Sight - And I had no more Eyes For sordid excellence As Paradise And were You lost, I would be - Though My Name Rang loudest On the Heavenly fame - And were You - saved - And I - condemned to be Where You were not - That self - were Hell to Me - So We must meet apart - You there - I - here - With just the Door ajar That Oceans are - and Prayer - And that White Sustenance - Despair - | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHIMNEY SWEEPER, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LAMENT FOR [THE DEATH OF] THOMAS DAVIS by SAMUEL FERGUSON ON A PICTURE OF LEANDER by JOHN KEATS THE GRAVE OF HOMER by ALCAEUS OF MESSENE SONG OF THE FLOUR-MILL by EDWIN ARNOLD A BUDDING MORROW by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |