THE world has brought not anything To make me glad to-day! The swallow had a broken wing, And after all my journeying There was no water in the spring, -- My friend has said me nay. But yet somehow I needs must sing As on a luckier day. Dusk falls as gray as any tear, There is no hope in sight! But something in me seems so fair, That like a star I needs must wear A safety made of shining air Between me and the night. Such inner weavings do I wear All fashioned of delight! I need not for these robes of mine The loveliness of earth, But happenings remote and fine Like threads of dreams will blow and shine In gossamer and crystalline, And I was glad from birth. So even while my eyes repine, My heart is clothed in mirth. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DENIAL [OR, DENIALL] by GEORGE HERBERT SESTINA: ALTAFORTE by EZRA POUND THE PUMPKIN by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE THORN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH IN THE DEEP WHITE SNOW by ANNE ATWOOD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 28. WATERLOO by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |