THERE is a chamber in my house of life, A secret room that holds a prisoner— A prisoner so bound about with chains That he can scarcely stir. There is a jailer stands without the door, To keep him guarded in that secret room And gagged, so that he cannot cry aloud, Alone there in the gloom. But should he some day throw off his restraint, And burst his way through the well guarded door Of that small, secret room, life would be changed— Yes, changed forevermore. I am the jailer who stands at the door, To guard him so he may not shout nor stir; The secret prison room is my own heart— @3I fear the prisoner!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 61. AL-MO'HYI by EDWIN ARNOLD PIONEERS OF DETROIT by LEVI BISHOP THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: THE FOUNT OF TRUTH by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON EXTEMPORE IN THE COURT OF SESSION by ROBERT BURNS A GOLDEN WEDDING: C.B.-E.A.B., 1825-1875 by WILLIAM ALLEN BUTLER DIGGING POTATERS IN VERMONT by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY SECOND BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10 by THOMAS CAMPION |