There came a Day at Summer's full, Entirely for me - I thought that such were for the Saints, Where Resurrections - be - The Sun, as common, went abroad, The flowers, accustomed, blew, As if no soul the solstice passed That maketh all things new - The time was scarce profaned, by speech - The symbol of a word Was needless, as at Sacrament, The Wardrobe - of our Lord - Each was to each The Sealed Church, Permitted to commune this - time - Lest we too awkward show At Supper of the Lamb. The Hours slid fast - as Hours will, Clutched tight, by greedy hands - So faces on two Decks, look back, Bound to opposing lands - And so when all the time had leaked, Without external sound Each bound the Other's Crucifix - We gave no other Bond - Sufficient troth, that we shall rise - Deposed - at length, the Grave - To that new Marriage, Justified - through Calvaries of Love | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STONEWALL JACKSON'S WAY by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER A PRAYER by EDWARD ROWLAND SILL VISIONS OF THE WORLDS VANITIE by EDMUND SPENSER DRESSING THE BRIDE (A FRAGMENT) by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE SURRENDER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT TO MY OLD COAT by PIERRE JEAN DE BERANGER JESUS - THE KING IN HIS BEAUTY by BERNARD OF CLAIRVAUX FILIPPO BALDINUCCI ON THE PRIVILEGE OF BURIAL by ROBERT BROWNING |