LITTLE gay chamber, thick-set walls of gold, Windows full of the beauty of the green Shelter of trees, heaven's mystical palisade; Limning of faded saints that lurk between The brightnesses, like stories long since told; Soft darkling curtains bringing fitful shade. Here lived in holy joy, and loved, and died, We who are separate now, yet still are one; Here wakened we to hear the blackbird sing His matins, and beheld new-open-eyed The dawn make signal when the night was done; Here morns slid by like opals down a string. Here laughed, together glad, and here died we; For what is now of me is not what was Of both, and is of both in the sweet elsewhere, My hand in thine, e'en though I may not see Thine eyes as thou seest mine, in the long pause That holds my feet till I may run to thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING TAKE YOUR CHOICE: NICHOLAS VACHEL LINDSAY WOULD SPEAK ... THIS MANNER by BERTON BRALEY COLOMBE'S BIRTHDAY; A PLAY. ACTS 1-3 by ROBERT BROWNING JOE BOUCHER by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND TO ORANGES by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE |