THEY think I sit alone, But, at midnight bell, Goblin and fairy, ghost and sprite, Seem to beleaguer my cell, And wink and grimace where the weary light Is nodding. A babe might tell If I see aright. They think I sit alone Day after day, But angels perhaps pass to and fro (Sweet angels, disdain not, I pray!), Only the dying and new-born know— Our eyes are obscured with clay; But it may be so. They think I sit alone At peace and still; But ever the Serpent and holy Rood Strive in this hut on the hill, Corruption and health in my mortal blood, And darkness and light in my will— Ah, pray that the end be good! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHAPE OF THE CORONER by WALLACE STEVENS THE FALL; A GREAT FAVORIT BEHEADED by LUIS DE GONGORA HASCHEESH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH SONNET: BARBERRIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 79 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ALFRED TENNYSON by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |