WALLED quiet from the din, So near, of worldly strife; A cloistered peace within, A life apart from life. Shrines bowered in roses sweet, And in a hidden dell Worn by accustomed feet, A holy well. Along the ancient wall Fruit basking in the sun; Flowers radiant and tall -- A coquette every one. Bees busy on the stalks, Birds mating in the weeds -- Here a pale Sister walks, Telling her beads. High walls to shut aside The world's dear bliss and care! O Birds, your nestlings hide In sanctuary there. High walls to her, to me -- But ah! to wings, how low; Blest little Birds, quite free To come -- and go! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT THE CARNIVAL by ANNE SPENCER PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 72, 73, 74, 75. AWWAL, AKHIR, THAHIR, BATIN by EDWIN ARNOLD WILD ROSES AND SNOW by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL THE POET'S TEAR by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON TO HARRIET SHELLEY by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE FIRST OF MAY IN NEW YORK (CHATHAM GARDEN, 1825) by ROBERT STEVENSON COFFIN THE PICTURE, OR THE LOVER'S RESOLUTION by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |