SEAL thou the window! Yea, shut out the light And bar my door to all the airs of spring. Yet in my cell, concealed from curious sight, Here will I sit and sing. Deaf, blind, and wilt Thou have me dumb, also, Telling in silence these sad beads of days? So let it be: though no sweet numbers flow, My breath shall be Thy praise. Yea, though Thou slay the life wherein men see The upward-mounting flame, the failing spark, My heart of love, that heart Thou gavest me, Shall beat on in the dark. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NEW YEAR'S DAWN - BROADWAY by SARA TEASDALE THE ECHOING GREEN, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ELEGY ON THYRZA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON BALLAD by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY WE ARE SEVEN by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH HUMAN IGNORANCE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MAGUS MUIR by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |