In Freiburg station, waiting for a train, I saw a Bishop in puce gloves go by. Now God may thunder furious from the sky, Shattering all my glory into pain, And joy turn stinking rotten, hope be vain, Night fall on little laughters, little loves, And better Bishops don more glorious gloves, While I do down in darkness; what care I? There is one memory God can never break. There is one splendour more than all the pain, There is one secret that shall never die, Star-crowned I stand and sing, for that hour's sake. In Freiburg station, waiting for a train, I saw a Bishop with puce gloves go by. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MODERN LOVE: 50 by GEORGE MEREDITH THE BEAUTIFUL LAND OF NOD by ELLA WHEELER WILCOX THE BROKEN WATER WHEEL by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM CHORUS OF THE CLOUD-MAIDEN: ANTISTROPHE, FR. THE CLOUDS by ARISTOPHANES ALL THIS by REBA MAXWELL AVERY A CHARACTER OF SARAH HALLOWELL VAUGHAN by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |