Fill Joy's room with the sweet incense of song; Hang silver bells of tinkling laughter; Festoon the walls -- Make haste I pray: She's staying for the day. Give Sorrow a quiet room, close-shuttered, Where she may be quite undisturbed For her no incense, music, flowers: Her heart's attuned to lonely hours. She's staying for the week. Prepare for Duty the largest room; Roll high the blinds; use well the broom. Duty will furnish as she pleases. An honored guest who's walked with Jesus, She deigns to stay -- always. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE FORSAKEN MERMAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNETS ATTEMPTED IN THE MANNER OF CONTEMPORARY WRITERS: 2 by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE A PRAYER IN SPRING by ROBERT FROST THERE WAS A CHILD WENT FORTH by WALT WHITMAN |