THE mansion of my heart, my Love, Through empty, idle years, Stood in the hills of Loneliness Beside the stream of Tears; There were no sounds of minstrelsy To wake its silent walls, There was no feasting at its boards, No laughter shook its halls. I thought when you should come, my Love, That I, who waited long, Should open wide the mansion gates And greet you with a song; I thought I'd scatter garlands bright Before you as you came, While all the palace swift should sound The accents of your name. But it has not been so, my Love, For scarce I was aware, A glory fell upon the place, Lo! you had entered there; The hills were changed to Cheerfulness, To Joy the stream of Tears, And oh, the mystic music of The happy, happy years! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GULF by KATHERINE MANSFIELD ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN THE LONELY HOUSE by EMILY DICKINSON TO GOD AND IRELAND TRUE by ELLEN O'LEARY EL HOMBRE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS TIPPERARY: 2. AS THE TRANSLATORS WOULD HAVE INTERLINED IT . . . by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS A SONNET. PLATONIC LOVE by PHILIP AYRES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 34. REMINDING HER OF A PROMISE (4) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |