TO view these walls each night I come alone, And pay my adoration to the stone, Whence Joy and Peace are influenc'd on me, For 'tis the temple of my Deity. As nights and days an anxious wretch by stealth Creeps out to view the place which hoards his wealth, So to this house that keeps from me my heart, I come, look, traverse, weep, and then depart. She's fenc'd so strongly in on ev'ry side, Thought enters, but my footsteps are deny'd. Then sighs in vain I breathe, and tears let fall: Kiss a cold stone sometimes, or hug the wall. For like a merchant that rough seas has crost, Near home is shipwrack'd, and his treasure lost; So, toss'd in storms of sorrow, on firm ground, I in a sea of mine own tears am drown'd. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO SPRING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE TRUTH by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES TO THE NIGHTINGALE by ANNE FINCH A CALIFORNIA CHRISTMAS by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 50. WILLOWWOOD (2) by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI PSALM OF THOSE WHO GO FORTH BEFORE DAYLIGHT by CARL SANDBURG |