Your door is shut against my tightened face, And I am sharp as steel with discontent; But I possess the courage and the grace To bear my anger proudly and unbent. The pavement slabs burn loose beneath my feet, A chafing savage, down the decent street; And passion rends my vitals as I pass, Where boldly shines your shuttered door of glass. Oh, I must search for wisdom every hour, Deep in my wrathful bosom sore and raw, And find in it the superhuman power To hold me to the letter of your law! Oh, I must keep my heart inviolate Against the potent poison of your hate. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABBEY ASAROE by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 48 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: THE COURT OF PENANCE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT AT A SEACOAST TAVERN by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE A FRAGMENT by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN SUSPIRIA NOCTIS by HENRY HOWARD BROWNELL |